The
Bamboo River sings its blue
The
gate opens waiting for the gangs
Walking
in chains to its steel doors
Close
it let them sing their own regrets
The
garland of stones around necks
Telling
them life isn't a rosy ride
There
will be the marks on the faces
The
mirrors of their regrets
The
high and mighty will fall
The
selling of souls for monies and positions
The
way of quick profits in life riches
The
light will shine them all
Once
the graces discountinue
The
sound of Bamboo River rings
The
gate will open wide
The
chained crooks will walk in shame
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