Текст песни Fletcher Henderson and His Orchestra - Moan You Moaners

You’d better get down on your knees
And let the good Lord hear your pleas
Coz if you wanna rest with ease
Moan you Moaners
Just hang you’re head way down and pray
To have the devil chased away
And let your soul be saved today
Moan You Moaners

Singing Hallelujah, blood of the land
Let your voices rise
Hear me talking to you,
aint got no time to sham
If you want to get to paradise
You must repent without a doubt
And let the good Lord hear you shout
Religion turns you inside out
Moan you Moaners.

You better get down on your knees
And let the good Lord hear your fears
But if you want to??? that years
Moaning Mona
Just hang your head way down and pray
To have the devil change the way
And let your sole be safe today
Moaning Mona
Being Halleluiah blur of the land?
Let you gossip rise???
In the clock of doing???
In the time for sham???
If you want to get paradise
You must attempt without a doubt
And let the good Lord hear your shout
Religion turned you inside out
Moaning Mona