Song | Morning in America |
Artist | Durand Jones & The Indications |
Album | Morning in America |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Aaron Frazer/J.B. Flatt | |
It's still in San Diego | |
You can hear a baby cryin' | |
As the trains of New York City | |
Roll thunder down the line | |
The teachers rise in Richmond | |
As they sleep in San Anton' | |
While the harbor lights on Baltimore | |
Guide nurses headed home | |
Chorus | |
And the jails of Maricopa | |
Say a man is but his wrong | |
It's morning in America | |
But I can't see the dawn | |
Verse 2 | |
Congressmen in Washington | |
Receive their brief and brew | |
While lead, it fills the pipelines | |
In a Detroit county school | |
Chorus | |
And I think of my grandmother | |
How she told me to be strong | |
It's morning in America | |
But I can't see the dawn | |
Verse 3 | |
A junkie waits in Jacksonville | |
Prescription for the pain | |
As what the doctor ordered | |
Comes screaming through the vein | |
And in towns across the country | |
It's color that divides | |
When in working men and ladies | |
We could find our common side | |
Chorus | |
It's morning in America | |
It's morning in America | |
We're mourning in America | |
And I can't see the dawn, no |
zuo qu : Aaron Frazer J. B. Flatt | |
It' s still in San Diego | |
You can hear a baby cryin' | |
As the trains of New York City | |
Roll thunder down the line | |
The teachers rise in Richmond | |
As they sleep in San Anton' | |
While the harbor lights on Baltimore | |
Guide nurses headed home | |
Chorus | |
And the jails of Maricopa | |
Say a man is but his wrong | |
It' s morning in America | |
But I can' t see the dawn | |
Verse 2 | |
Congressmen in Washington | |
Receive their brief and brew | |
While lead, it fills the pipelines | |
In a Detroit county school | |
Chorus | |
And I think of my grandmother | |
How she told me to be strong | |
It' s morning in America | |
But I can' t see the dawn | |
Verse 3 | |
A junkie waits in Jacksonville | |
Prescription for the pain | |
As what the doctor ordered | |
Comes screaming through the vein | |
And in towns across the country | |
It' s color that divides | |
When in working men and ladies | |
We could find our common side | |
Chorus | |
It' s morning in America | |
It' s morning in America | |
We' re mourning in America | |
And I can' t see the dawn, no |
zuò qǔ : Aaron Frazer J. B. Flatt | |
It' s still in San Diego | |
You can hear a baby cryin' | |
As the trains of New York City | |
Roll thunder down the line | |
The teachers rise in Richmond | |
As they sleep in San Anton' | |
While the harbor lights on Baltimore | |
Guide nurses headed home | |
Chorus | |
And the jails of Maricopa | |
Say a man is but his wrong | |
It' s morning in America | |
But I can' t see the dawn | |
Verse 2 | |
Congressmen in Washington | |
Receive their brief and brew | |
While lead, it fills the pipelines | |
In a Detroit county school | |
Chorus | |
And I think of my grandmother | |
How she told me to be strong | |
It' s morning in America | |
But I can' t see the dawn | |
Verse 3 | |
A junkie waits in Jacksonville | |
Prescription for the pain | |
As what the doctor ordered | |
Comes screaming through the vein | |
And in towns across the country | |
It' s color that divides | |
When in working men and ladies | |
We could find our common side | |
Chorus | |
It' s morning in America | |
It' s morning in America | |
We' re mourning in America | |
And I can' t see the dawn, no |