Song | Strange Messengers |
Artist | Patti Smith |
Album | Gung Ho |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Kaye, Smith | |
I looked upon the book of life | |
Tracing the lines of face after face | |
Looking down at their naked feet | |
Bound in chains bound in chains | |
Chains of leather chains of gold | |
We knew it was wrong but we looked | |
away | |
And paraded them down the colonial | |
streets | |
And that's how they became enslaved | |
They came across on the great ships | |
Mothers separated from their babes | |
Husbands stood on the auction block | |
Bound in chains bound in chains | |
Chains of leather chains of gold | |
Men knew it was wrong but they looked | |
away | |
And led them to toil in fields of white | |
As they turned their necks to a bitter | |
landscape | |
Oh the people I hear them calling | |
Am I not a man and a brother | |
Am I not a woman and a sister | |
History sends us such strange | |
messengers | |
They come down through time | |
To embrace to enrage | |
And in their arms even stranger fruit | |
And they swing from the trees | |
With their vision in flames | |
Ropes of leather ropes of gold | |
Men knew it was wrong but they looked | |
away | |
Messengers swinging from twisted rope | |
As they turned their necks to a bitter | |
landscape | |
Oh the people I hear them calling | |
Am I not a man and a brother | |
Am I not a woman and a siste | |
r We will be heard we will be heard |
zuo ci : Kaye, Smith | |
I looked upon the book of life | |
Tracing the lines of face after face | |
Looking down at their naked feet | |
Bound in chains bound in chains | |
Chains of leather chains of gold | |
We knew it was wrong but we looked | |
away | |
And paraded them down the colonial | |
streets | |
And that' s how they became enslaved | |
They came across on the great ships | |
Mothers separated from their babes | |
Husbands stood on the auction block | |
Bound in chains bound in chains | |
Chains of leather chains of gold | |
Men knew it was wrong but they looked | |
away | |
And led them to toil in fields of white | |
As they turned their necks to a bitter | |
landscape | |
Oh the people I hear them calling | |
Am I not a man and a brother | |
Am I not a woman and a sister | |
History sends us such strange | |
messengers | |
They come down through time | |
To embrace to enrage | |
And in their arms even stranger fruit | |
And they swing from the trees | |
With their vision in flames | |
Ropes of leather ropes of gold | |
Men knew it was wrong but they looked | |
away | |
Messengers swinging from twisted rope | |
As they turned their necks to a bitter | |
landscape | |
Oh the people I hear them calling | |
Am I not a man and a brother | |
Am I not a woman and a siste | |
r We will be heard we will be heard |
zuò cí : Kaye, Smith | |
I looked upon the book of life | |
Tracing the lines of face after face | |
Looking down at their naked feet | |
Bound in chains bound in chains | |
Chains of leather chains of gold | |
We knew it was wrong but we looked | |
away | |
And paraded them down the colonial | |
streets | |
And that' s how they became enslaved | |
They came across on the great ships | |
Mothers separated from their babes | |
Husbands stood on the auction block | |
Bound in chains bound in chains | |
Chains of leather chains of gold | |
Men knew it was wrong but they looked | |
away | |
And led them to toil in fields of white | |
As they turned their necks to a bitter | |
landscape | |
Oh the people I hear them calling | |
Am I not a man and a brother | |
Am I not a woman and a sister | |
History sends us such strange | |
messengers | |
They come down through time | |
To embrace to enrage | |
And in their arms even stranger fruit | |
And they swing from the trees | |
With their vision in flames | |
Ropes of leather ropes of gold | |
Men knew it was wrong but they looked | |
away | |
Messengers swinging from twisted rope | |
As they turned their necks to a bitter | |
landscape | |
Oh the people I hear them calling | |
Am I not a man and a brother | |
Am I not a woman and a siste | |
r We will be heard we will be heard |