Song | Vices and Virtues |
Artist | Dropkick Murphys |
Album | The Meanest of Times |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Barr, Brennan, Casey ... | |
Now hear me all you victims | |
Come listen, gather around | |
For now we'll tell the story | |
of four brothers in the ground | |
One died from the bottle | |
though he wouldn't harm a fly | |
He froze in the south end alley | |
Behind a gin mill left to die | |
And another died by the bullet | |
at the hand's of a sniper's gun | |
In the valley of the Nha-Trang | |
for a war we never won | |
Whiskey, War, Suicide & Guns [x2] | |
The next one took his life | |
They said there was never any hope | |
He was shocked and institutionalized | |
Found hanging from a rope | |
And another son was shot again | |
But this time over drugs | |
There'll be no heroes welcome | |
For this small time city thug | |
One from the whiskey | |
One from the war | |
One by suicide | |
And another by the gun | |
Whiskey, War, Suicide & Guns | |
They took their lives, they took their sons | |
[x2] | |
One died from whiskey | |
And another in the war | |
One died by suicide | |
And the last one by the gun | |
Whiskey, War, Suicide & Guns | |
They took their lives, they took their sons | |
[x2] | |
Whiskey, War, Suicide & Guns |
zuo qu : Barr, Brennan, Casey ... | |
Now hear me all you victims | |
Come listen, gather around | |
For now we' ll tell the story | |
of four brothers in the ground | |
One died from the bottle | |
though he wouldn' t harm a fly | |
He froze in the south end alley | |
Behind a gin mill left to die | |
And another died by the bullet | |
at the hand' s of a sniper' s gun | |
In the valley of the NhaTrang | |
for a war we never won | |
Whiskey, War, Suicide Guns x2 | |
The next one took his life | |
They said there was never any hope | |
He was shocked and institutionalized | |
Found hanging from a rope | |
And another son was shot again | |
But this time over drugs | |
There' ll be no heroes welcome | |
For this small time city thug | |
One from the whiskey | |
One from the war | |
One by suicide | |
And another by the gun | |
Whiskey, War, Suicide Guns | |
They took their lives, they took their sons | |
x2 | |
One died from whiskey | |
And another in the war | |
One died by suicide | |
And the last one by the gun | |
Whiskey, War, Suicide Guns | |
They took their lives, they took their sons | |
x2 | |
Whiskey, War, Suicide Guns |
zuò qǔ : Barr, Brennan, Casey ... | |
Now hear me all you victims | |
Come listen, gather around | |
For now we' ll tell the story | |
of four brothers in the ground | |
One died from the bottle | |
though he wouldn' t harm a fly | |
He froze in the south end alley | |
Behind a gin mill left to die | |
And another died by the bullet | |
at the hand' s of a sniper' s gun | |
In the valley of the NhaTrang | |
for a war we never won | |
Whiskey, War, Suicide Guns x2 | |
The next one took his life | |
They said there was never any hope | |
He was shocked and institutionalized | |
Found hanging from a rope | |
And another son was shot again | |
But this time over drugs | |
There' ll be no heroes welcome | |
For this small time city thug | |
One from the whiskey | |
One from the war | |
One by suicide | |
And another by the gun | |
Whiskey, War, Suicide Guns | |
They took their lives, they took their sons | |
x2 | |
One died from whiskey | |
And another in the war | |
One died by suicide | |
And the last one by the gun | |
Whiskey, War, Suicide Guns | |
They took their lives, they took their sons | |
x2 | |
Whiskey, War, Suicide Guns |