Nhạc sĩ: Charles Strouse, Martin Charnin
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It's a hard-knock life for us. It's a hard-knock life for us. Instead of treated, we get treated. Instead of kisses, we get kicked. It's a hard-knock life. Got no folks to speak of, so It's a hard-knock world, we hope. Cotton blankets, skedaddle, and some bellies. Skedaddle, it's a hard-knock life. Don't it feel like the wind is always howling? Don't you see, right, there's never any light? Once it's in, don't you want to know the talent? And see the other foot in upper five? No one's there when your dreams at night get creepy. No one cares if you grow or you shrink. No one tries when you're red, get wet, and weepy. From the crying, you would think this place would sink. Empty-belly life. Glad-ass-belly life. Full-of-sorrow life. The-tomorrow life. Santa Claus we never see. Santa Claus, what's that? Who's he? No one cares for you, a smidge, when you're thin and poor. But it's, it's a hard-knock life. You'll stay up till this dump shines like the top of the Chrysler Building. Get the whiskers from a chin. Jam them with a sticky pin. Make a drip to make me pin. We love you, Miss Hannigan, it's a hard-knock life. For us, it's a hard-knock life. For us, no one cares for you, a smidge, when you're thin and poor. But it's, it's a hard-knock life. It's a hard-knock life. It's the hard-knock life.