Song | Redman |
Artist | Rare Bird |
Album | Born Again |
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作曲 : Smith(Atkins,Carter,Lorenzo | |
作词 : Curtis, Gould, Hall ... | |
Brave and proud as all the village vowed, | |
That the land would belong to our sons, | |
We pledged our name, was then the wagons came, | |
And we ran from the sound of the guns. | |
Fugitives across the land with empty hearts and empty hands, | |
And all the troubles underneath the sun, | |
Life was all we had to give, but not the life we used to live, | |
With all the triumph over now and done. | |
Sick and weak, we came to Bitter Creek, | |
In the year I became twenty-five, | |
The young and old we faced the bitter cold, | |
In the last great event of our lives. | |
Underdogs in every place and every line on every face, | |
Remained to tell of land that we had lost, | |
Leaning on the only hope we lay with elk and antelope, | |
To fight the killing fever of the frost. | |
Robbed of the right to be one with the white, | |
It's the end of the fight for the Redman, | |
Gone is the grace and the pride on his face, | |
It's the end of the race for the Redman. |
zuo qu : Smith Atkins, Carter, Lorenzo | |
zuo ci : Curtis, Gould, Hall ... | |
Brave and proud as all the village vowed, | |
That the land would belong to our sons, | |
We pledged our name, was then the wagons came, | |
And we ran from the sound of the guns. | |
Fugitives across the land with empty hearts and empty hands, | |
And all the troubles underneath the sun, | |
Life was all we had to give, but not the life we used to live, | |
With all the triumph over now and done. | |
Sick and weak, we came to Bitter Creek, | |
In the year I became twentyfive, | |
The young and old we faced the bitter cold, | |
In the last great event of our lives. | |
Underdogs in every place and every line on every face, | |
Remained to tell of land that we had lost, | |
Leaning on the only hope we lay with elk and antelope, | |
To fight the killing fever of the frost. | |
Robbed of the right to be one with the white, | |
It' s the end of the fight for the Redman, | |
Gone is the grace and the pride on his face, | |
It' s the end of the race for the Redman. |
zuò qǔ : Smith Atkins, Carter, Lorenzo | |
zuò cí : Curtis, Gould, Hall ... | |
Brave and proud as all the village vowed, | |
That the land would belong to our sons, | |
We pledged our name, was then the wagons came, | |
And we ran from the sound of the guns. | |
Fugitives across the land with empty hearts and empty hands, | |
And all the troubles underneath the sun, | |
Life was all we had to give, but not the life we used to live, | |
With all the triumph over now and done. | |
Sick and weak, we came to Bitter Creek, | |
In the year I became twentyfive, | |
The young and old we faced the bitter cold, | |
In the last great event of our lives. | |
Underdogs in every place and every line on every face, | |
Remained to tell of land that we had lost, | |
Leaning on the only hope we lay with elk and antelope, | |
To fight the killing fever of the frost. | |
Robbed of the right to be one with the white, | |
It' s the end of the fight for the Redman, | |
Gone is the grace and the pride on his face, | |
It' s the end of the race for the Redman. |