Song | The Last Of The Diggers |
Artist | Midnight Oil |
Album | The Real Thing |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Hirst | |
The Last Of The Diggers | |
Who will march for peace | |
Now that the last of the diggers has gone | |
All those who were released | |
From Sulva Bay and from the Somme | |
The Mallee is whipped by sand | |
A great new silence blankets the land | |
We sure need the Stone Age | |
In the coming century | |
Who will feed the poor | |
Now that the Saint of the gutters is gone | |
Who will hear the call | |
You lately come or native born | |
For the touch of the Master's hand | |
The eye of the Master still watches the lamb | |
We sure need the Stone Age | |
In the coming century | |
The last of the diggers | |
The last of the diggers | |
The last of the diggers | |
The last of the diggers has won | |
Who gets sent to war | |
Who'll lose a child to a foreign coast | |
Who will leave our shore | |
And come home rattling like a ghost | |
This country can be cruel | |
It'll leave you with scars that never heal | |
We sure need the Stone Age in the coming century | |
Still gonna need some Stone Age in the coming century | |
The last of the diggers | |
The last of the diggers | |
The last of the diggers | |
The last of the diggers has won | |
(Rob Hirst - Midnight Oil) |
zuo ci : Hirst | |
The Last Of The Diggers | |
Who will march for peace | |
Now that the last of the diggers has gone | |
All those who were released | |
From Sulva Bay and from the Somme | |
The Mallee is whipped by sand | |
A great new silence blankets the land | |
We sure need the Stone Age | |
In the coming century | |
Who will feed the poor | |
Now that the Saint of the gutters is gone | |
Who will hear the call | |
You lately come or native born | |
For the touch of the Master' s hand | |
The eye of the Master still watches the lamb | |
We sure need the Stone Age | |
In the coming century | |
The last of the diggers | |
The last of the diggers | |
The last of the diggers | |
The last of the diggers has won | |
Who gets sent to war | |
Who' ll lose a child to a foreign coast | |
Who will leave our shore | |
And come home rattling like a ghost | |
This country can be cruel | |
It' ll leave you with scars that never heal | |
We sure need the Stone Age in the coming century | |
Still gonna need some Stone Age in the coming century | |
The last of the diggers | |
The last of the diggers | |
The last of the diggers | |
The last of the diggers has won | |
Rob Hirst Midnight Oil |
zuò cí : Hirst | |
The Last Of The Diggers | |
Who will march for peace | |
Now that the last of the diggers has gone | |
All those who were released | |
From Sulva Bay and from the Somme | |
The Mallee is whipped by sand | |
A great new silence blankets the land | |
We sure need the Stone Age | |
In the coming century | |
Who will feed the poor | |
Now that the Saint of the gutters is gone | |
Who will hear the call | |
You lately come or native born | |
For the touch of the Master' s hand | |
The eye of the Master still watches the lamb | |
We sure need the Stone Age | |
In the coming century | |
The last of the diggers | |
The last of the diggers | |
The last of the diggers | |
The last of the diggers has won | |
Who gets sent to war | |
Who' ll lose a child to a foreign coast | |
Who will leave our shore | |
And come home rattling like a ghost | |
This country can be cruel | |
It' ll leave you with scars that never heal | |
We sure need the Stone Age in the coming century | |
Still gonna need some Stone Age in the coming century | |
The last of the diggers | |
The last of the diggers | |
The last of the diggers | |
The last of the diggers has won | |
Rob Hirst Midnight Oil |