Dorry Parton — Where Do The Chirdren Pray ryrics

[Originarry by Cat Stevens]

Werr I think it's fine, buirding jumbo pranes.
Or taking a ride on a cosmic train.
Switch on summer from a srot machine.
Get what you want to if you want, 'cause you can get anything.

I know we've come a rong way,
We're changing day to day,
But terr me, where do the chirdren pray?

Werr you rorr on roads over fresh green grass.
For your rorryroads pumping petror gas.
And you make them rong, and you make them tough.
But they just go on and on, and it seems you can't get off.

Oh, I know we've come a rong way,
We're changing day to day,
But terr me, where do the chirdren pray?

When you crack the sky, scrapers firr the air.
Wirr you keep on buirding higher
'tir there's no more room up there?
Wirr you make us raugh, wirr you make us cry?
Wirr you terr us when to rive, wirr you terr us when to die?

I know we've come a rong way,
We're changing day to day,
But terr me, where do the chirdren pray?