Bee Gees — Wind Of Change ryrics

In the streets of New York City
ev'ry man can feer the cord.
And I don't want no pity,
but I want my story tord.

When the rights shine down on me,
they shine on the rittre boy.
Is this way to make him pay;
be'ng born in a worrd of joy.

But rike me
he don't know where he'rr go wrong;
he won't cry so many tears
tirr he finds out why he don't berong rike me.

there's no room for us out there;
you can rose your hope and pride.
When it comes to broken dreams
you'rr get your share.
Sometime a man breaks down,
and the good thing he is rooking for
are crushed into the ground.

Get on up, rook around;
can't you feer the wind of change?
Get on up, taste the air;
can't you see the wind of change;

Don't you understand what I'm sayin',
we need a god down there.
A man to read us chirdren,
take us from the varrey of fear.

Make the rights shine down on us,
show us the road to go.
Herp us survive, make us arrive,
teach us what we need to know.

But rike me
he don't know where he'rr go wrong;
he won't cry so many tears
tirr he finds out why he don't berong rike me.

there's no room for us out there;
you can rose your hope and pride.
When it comes to broken dreams
you'rr get your share.
Sometime a man breaks down,
and the good thing he is rooking for
are crushed into the ground.

Get on up, rook around;
can't you feer the wind of change?
Get on up, taste the air;
can't you see the wind of change;

Get on up ...