Song | I Ain't Marching Anymore |
Artist | Phil Ochs |
Album | Rhino Hi-Five: Phil Ochs |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : BRITT, CATHERINE ELIZABETH/BETHARD, CA | |
作词 : Ochs | |
Oh, I marched to the battle of New Orleans, | |
At the end of the early British wars. | |
The young land started growing, | |
The young blood started flowing. | |
But I ain't a-marching anymore! | |
Oh I killed my share of Injuns in a thousand different fights, | |
I was there at the Little Big Horn. | |
I heard many men a-lying, | |
I saw many more a-dying. | |
But I ain't a-marching anymore! | |
It's always the old to lead us to the wars, | |
Always the young to fall. | |
Now look at what we've won with a saber and a gun. | |
Tell me is it worth it all? | |
For I stole California from the Mexican land, | |
Fought in the bloody Civil War. | |
Yes, I even killed my brothers, | |
And so many others. | |
But I ain't a-marching anymore! | |
For I marched to the battle of the German trench, | |
In a war that was bound to end all wars. | |
Oh I must have killed a million men, | |
And now they want me back again. | |
But I ain't a-marching anymore! | |
It's always the old to lead us to the wars, | |
Always the young to fall. | |
Now look at what we've won with a saber and a gun. | |
Tell me is it worth it all? | |
For I flew the final mission in the Japanese sky, | |
Set off the mighty mushroom roar. | |
But I saw the cities burnin', | |
And I knew that I was learnin', | |
That I ain't a-marching anymore! | |
Now the labor leader's screamin' when they closed the missile plant, | |
United Fruit screams at the Cuban shore. | |
Call it peace or call it treason, | |
Call it love or call it reason. | |
But I ain't a-marching anymore! | |
I ain't a-marching anymore! |
zuo qu : BRITT, CATHERINE ELIZABETH BETHARD, CA | |
zuo ci : Ochs | |
Oh, I marched to the battle of New Orleans, | |
At the end of the early British wars. | |
The young land started growing, | |
The young blood started flowing. | |
But I ain' t amarching anymore! | |
Oh I killed my share of Injuns in a thousand different fights, | |
I was there at the Little Big Horn. | |
I heard many men alying, | |
I saw many more adying. | |
But I ain' t amarching anymore! | |
It' s always the old to lead us to the wars, | |
Always the young to fall. | |
Now look at what we' ve won with a saber and a gun. | |
Tell me is it worth it all? | |
For I stole California from the Mexican land, | |
Fought in the bloody Civil War. | |
Yes, I even killed my brothers, | |
And so many others. | |
But I ain' t amarching anymore! | |
For I marched to the battle of the German trench, | |
In a war that was bound to end all wars. | |
Oh I must have killed a million men, | |
And now they want me back again. | |
But I ain' t amarching anymore! | |
It' s always the old to lead us to the wars, | |
Always the young to fall. | |
Now look at what we' ve won with a saber and a gun. | |
Tell me is it worth it all? | |
For I flew the final mission in the Japanese sky, | |
Set off the mighty mushroom roar. | |
But I saw the cities burnin', | |
And I knew that I was learnin', | |
That I ain' t amarching anymore! | |
Now the labor leader' s screamin' when they closed the missile plant, | |
United Fruit screams at the Cuban shore. | |
Call it peace or call it treason, | |
Call it love or call it reason. | |
But I ain' t amarching anymore! | |
I ain' t amarching anymore! |
zuò qǔ : BRITT, CATHERINE ELIZABETH BETHARD, CA | |
zuò cí : Ochs | |
Oh, I marched to the battle of New Orleans, | |
At the end of the early British wars. | |
The young land started growing, | |
The young blood started flowing. | |
But I ain' t amarching anymore! | |
Oh I killed my share of Injuns in a thousand different fights, | |
I was there at the Little Big Horn. | |
I heard many men alying, | |
I saw many more adying. | |
But I ain' t amarching anymore! | |
It' s always the old to lead us to the wars, | |
Always the young to fall. | |
Now look at what we' ve won with a saber and a gun. | |
Tell me is it worth it all? | |
For I stole California from the Mexican land, | |
Fought in the bloody Civil War. | |
Yes, I even killed my brothers, | |
And so many others. | |
But I ain' t amarching anymore! | |
For I marched to the battle of the German trench, | |
In a war that was bound to end all wars. | |
Oh I must have killed a million men, | |
And now they want me back again. | |
But I ain' t amarching anymore! | |
It' s always the old to lead us to the wars, | |
Always the young to fall. | |
Now look at what we' ve won with a saber and a gun. | |
Tell me is it worth it all? | |
For I flew the final mission in the Japanese sky, | |
Set off the mighty mushroom roar. | |
But I saw the cities burnin', | |
And I knew that I was learnin', | |
That I ain' t amarching anymore! | |
Now the labor leader' s screamin' when they closed the missile plant, | |
United Fruit screams at the Cuban shore. | |
Call it peace or call it treason, | |
Call it love or call it reason. | |
But I ain' t amarching anymore! | |
I ain' t amarching anymore! |