Il testo della Freedom

Freedom, freedom
Freedom, freedom
Freedom, freedom
Freedom, freedom

Sometimes i feel like a motherless child
Sometimes i feel like a motherless child
Sometimes i feel like a motherless child
A long way from my home

Freedom, freedom
Freedom, freedom
Freedom, freedom
Freedom, freedom
Freedom, freedom

Sometimes i feel like im almost gone
Sometimes i feel like im almost gone
Sometimes i feel like im almost gone
A long, long, long, way, way from my home

Clap your hands, clap your hands
Clap your hands, clap your hands
Clap your hands, clap your hands
Clap your hands, clap your hands
Hey, yeah

I got a telephone in my bosom
And i can call him up from my heart
I got a telephone in my bosom
And i can call him up from my heart

When i need my brother, brother
When i need my mother, mother
Hey, yeah (unverified)