| Song | Orphans Of Wealth |
| Artist | Don McLean |
| Album | Tapestry |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作曲 : McLean |
| [00:06.06] | There is no time to discuss or debate |
| [00:11.78] | What is right what is wrong for our people |
| [00:17.92] | Time has run out for all those who wait |
| [00:23.92] | With bent limbs and minds that are feeble |
| [00:29.75] | And the rain falls |
| [00:32.95] | And blows through their window and the snow falls |
| [00:38.91] | And blows through their door |
| [00:41.70] | And the seasons revolve |
| [00:44.67] | Mid their sounds of starvation |
| [00:47.87] | When the tides rise |
| [00:51.16] | They cover the floor |
| [00:55.62] | They come from the north |
| [00:58.19] | And they come from the south |
| [01:01.22] | And they come from the hills and the valleys |
| [01:07.52] | And they're migrants |
| [01:10.41] | And farmers and miners and humans |
| [01:13.35] | Our census neglected to tally |
| [01:19.32] | And the rain falls |
| [01:22.50] | And blows through their window and the rain falls |
| [01:28.35] | And it blows through their door |
| [01:31.49] | And the seasons revolve |
| [01:34.06] | Mid their sounds of starvation |
| [01:37.46] | When the tides rise |
| [01:40.37] | They cover the floor |
| [01:45.28] | And they´re African Mexican |
| [01:48.33] | Caucasian Indian |
| [01:51.09] | Hungry and hopeless Americans |
| [01:57.01] | The orphans of wealth and of adequate health |
| [02:02.90] | Disowned by this nation they live in |
| [02:08.90] | And with weather worn hands |
| [02:11.73] | On bread lines they stand |
| [02:14.80] | Yet but one more degradation |
| [02:20.28] | And they're treated like tramps |
| [02:23.38] | While we sell them food stamps |
| [02:26.85] | This thriving and prosperous nation |
| [02:32.40] | And the rain falls |
| [02:35.92] | And blows through their window and the snow falls |
| [02:41.81] | And blows through their door |
| [02:44.69] | And the seasons revolve |
| [02:47.78] | Mid their sounds of starvation |
| [02:51.08] | When the tides rise |
| [02:54.12] | They cover the floor |
| [02:58.58] | And with roaches and rickets |
| [03:01.40] | And rats in the thickets |
| [03:04.47] | Infested diseased and decaying |
| [03:10.47] | With rags and no shoes |
| [03:13.23] | And skin sores that ooze |
| [03:16.61] | By the poisonous pools they are playing |
| [03:22.65] | In shacks of two rooms |
| [03:25.49] | That are rotting wood tombs |
| [03:28.84] | With corpses breathing inside them |
| [03:33.69] | And we pity their plight |
| [03:37.31] | As they call in the night |
| [03:40.24] | And we do all that we can do to hide them |
| [03:48.70] | And the rain falls |
| [03:51.73] | And blows through their window |
| [03:54.33] | And the snow falls |
| [03:57.71] | In white drifts that fold and the tides |
| [04:03.45] | Rise with floods in the nursery |
| [04:06.44] | And a child is crying |
| [04:09.63] | He's hungry and cold |
| [04:12.48] | His life has been sold |
| [04:15.51] | His young face looks old |
| [04:18.32] | It's the face of America dying |
| [00:00.00] | zuo qu : McLean |
| [00:06.06] | There is no time to discuss or debate |
| [00:11.78] | What is right what is wrong for our people |
| [00:17.92] | Time has run out for all those who wait |
| [00:23.92] | With bent limbs and minds that are feeble |
| [00:29.75] | And the rain falls |
| [00:32.95] | And blows through their window and the snow falls |
| [00:38.91] | And blows through their door |
| [00:41.70] | And the seasons revolve |
| [00:44.67] | Mid their sounds of starvation |
| [00:47.87] | When the tides rise |
| [00:51.16] | They cover the floor |
| [00:55.62] | They come from the north |
| [00:58.19] | And they come from the south |
| [01:01.22] | And they come from the hills and the valleys |
| [01:07.52] | And they' re migrants |
| [01:10.41] | And farmers and miners and humans |
| [01:13.35] | Our census neglected to tally |
| [01:19.32] | And the rain falls |
| [01:22.50] | And blows through their window and the rain falls |
| [01:28.35] | And it blows through their door |
| [01:31.49] | And the seasons revolve |
| [01:34.06] | Mid their sounds of starvation |
| [01:37.46] | When the tides rise |
| [01:40.37] | They cover the floor |
| [01:45.28] | And they re African Mexican |
| [01:48.33] | Caucasian Indian |
| [01:51.09] | Hungry and hopeless Americans |
| [01:57.01] | The orphans of wealth and of adequate health |
| [02:02.90] | Disowned by this nation they live in |
| [02:08.90] | And with weather worn hands |
| [02:11.73] | On bread lines they stand |
| [02:14.80] | Yet but one more degradation |
| [02:20.28] | And they' re treated like tramps |
| [02:23.38] | While we sell them food stamps |
| [02:26.85] | This thriving and prosperous nation |
| [02:32.40] | And the rain falls |
| [02:35.92] | And blows through their window and the snow falls |
| [02:41.81] | And blows through their door |
| [02:44.69] | And the seasons revolve |
| [02:47.78] | Mid their sounds of starvation |
| [02:51.08] | When the tides rise |
| [02:54.12] | They cover the floor |
| [02:58.58] | And with roaches and rickets |
| [03:01.40] | And rats in the thickets |
| [03:04.47] | Infested diseased and decaying |
| [03:10.47] | With rags and no shoes |
| [03:13.23] | And skin sores that ooze |
| [03:16.61] | By the poisonous pools they are playing |
| [03:22.65] | In shacks of two rooms |
| [03:25.49] | That are rotting wood tombs |
| [03:28.84] | With corpses breathing inside them |
| [03:33.69] | And we pity their plight |
| [03:37.31] | As they call in the night |
| [03:40.24] | And we do all that we can do to hide them |
| [03:48.70] | And the rain falls |
| [03:51.73] | And blows through their window |
| [03:54.33] | And the snow falls |
| [03:57.71] | In white drifts that fold and the tides |
| [04:03.45] | Rise with floods in the nursery |
| [04:06.44] | And a child is crying |
| [04:09.63] | He' s hungry and cold |
| [04:12.48] | His life has been sold |
| [04:15.51] | His young face looks old |
| [04:18.32] | It' s the face of America dying |
| [00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : McLean |
| [00:06.06] | There is no time to discuss or debate |
| [00:11.78] | What is right what is wrong for our people |
| [00:17.92] | Time has run out for all those who wait |
| [00:23.92] | With bent limbs and minds that are feeble |
| [00:29.75] | And the rain falls |
| [00:32.95] | And blows through their window and the snow falls |
| [00:38.91] | And blows through their door |
| [00:41.70] | And the seasons revolve |
| [00:44.67] | Mid their sounds of starvation |
| [00:47.87] | When the tides rise |
| [00:51.16] | They cover the floor |
| [00:55.62] | They come from the north |
| [00:58.19] | And they come from the south |
| [01:01.22] | And they come from the hills and the valleys |
| [01:07.52] | And they' re migrants |
| [01:10.41] | And farmers and miners and humans |
| [01:13.35] | Our census neglected to tally |
| [01:19.32] | And the rain falls |
| [01:22.50] | And blows through their window and the rain falls |
| [01:28.35] | And it blows through their door |
| [01:31.49] | And the seasons revolve |
| [01:34.06] | Mid their sounds of starvation |
| [01:37.46] | When the tides rise |
| [01:40.37] | They cover the floor |
| [01:45.28] | And they re African Mexican |
| [01:48.33] | Caucasian Indian |
| [01:51.09] | Hungry and hopeless Americans |
| [01:57.01] | The orphans of wealth and of adequate health |
| [02:02.90] | Disowned by this nation they live in |
| [02:08.90] | And with weather worn hands |
| [02:11.73] | On bread lines they stand |
| [02:14.80] | Yet but one more degradation |
| [02:20.28] | And they' re treated like tramps |
| [02:23.38] | While we sell them food stamps |
| [02:26.85] | This thriving and prosperous nation |
| [02:32.40] | And the rain falls |
| [02:35.92] | And blows through their window and the snow falls |
| [02:41.81] | And blows through their door |
| [02:44.69] | And the seasons revolve |
| [02:47.78] | Mid their sounds of starvation |
| [02:51.08] | When the tides rise |
| [02:54.12] | They cover the floor |
| [02:58.58] | And with roaches and rickets |
| [03:01.40] | And rats in the thickets |
| [03:04.47] | Infested diseased and decaying |
| [03:10.47] | With rags and no shoes |
| [03:13.23] | And skin sores that ooze |
| [03:16.61] | By the poisonous pools they are playing |
| [03:22.65] | In shacks of two rooms |
| [03:25.49] | That are rotting wood tombs |
| [03:28.84] | With corpses breathing inside them |
| [03:33.69] | And we pity their plight |
| [03:37.31] | As they call in the night |
| [03:40.24] | And we do all that we can do to hide them |
| [03:48.70] | And the rain falls |
| [03:51.73] | And blows through their window |
| [03:54.33] | And the snow falls |
| [03:57.71] | In white drifts that fold and the tides |
| [04:03.45] | Rise with floods in the nursery |
| [04:06.44] | And a child is crying |
| [04:09.63] | He' s hungry and cold |
| [04:12.48] | His life has been sold |
| [04:15.51] | His young face looks old |
| [04:18.32] | It' s the face of America dying |