Worker


If Dawn glimmers a clear,
So there will be good days,
The jacket dirty and greasy
you go to work.

And earlier this morning
Step your loud wakes everyone.
Out of the light of the above title,
The working man!

Plvut ships under the stars,
Proudly towering bridges:
It's not created by God,
It made just you!

You built these buildings,
You sent the riverbeds,
Out of the light of the above title,
The working man!

You, loving home side,
So decided to live in the world,
To human happiness equally
On the planet to share!
no tests
Not break you forever;
Out of the light of the above title,
The working man!