| 作曲 : Joan Baez | |
| (Words and Music by Joan Baez) | |
| Bangladesh, Bangladesh | |
| Bangladesh, Bangladesh | |
| When the sun sinks in the west | |
| Die a million people of the Bangladesh | |
| The story of Bangladesh | |
| Is an ancient one again made fresh | |
| By blind men who carry out commands | |
| Which flow out of the laws upon which nation stands | |
| Which is to sacrifice a people for a land | |
| Bangladesh, Bangladesh | |
| Bangladesh, Bangladesh | |
| When the sun sinks in the west | |
| Die a million people of the Bangladesh | |
| Once again we stand aside | |
| And watch the families crucified | |
| See a teenage mother's vacant eyes | |
| As she watches her feeble baby try | |
| To fight the monsoon rains and the cholera flies | |
| And the students at the university | |
| Asleep at night quite peacefully | |
| The soldiers came and shot them in their beds | |
| And terror took the dorm awakening shrieks of dread | |
| And silent frozen forms and pillows drenched in red | |
| Bangladesh, Bangladesh | |
| Bangladesh, Bangladesh | |
| When the sun sinks in the west | |
| Die a million people of the Bangladesh | |
| Did you read about the army officer's plea | |
| For donor's blood? It was given willingly | |
| By boys who took the needles in their veins | |
| And from their bodies every drop of blood was drained | |
| No time to comprehend and there was little pain | |
| And so the story of Bangladesh | |
| Is an ancient one again made fresh | |
| By all who carry out commands | |
| Which flow out of the laws upon which nations stand | |
| Which say to sacrifice a people for a land | |
| Bangladesh, Bangladesh | |
| Bangladesh, Bangladesh | |
| When the sun sinks in the west | |
| Die a million people of the Bangladesh | |
| © 1972 Chandos Music (ASCAP) |
| zuo qu : Joan Baez | |
| Words and Music by Joan Baez | |
| Bangladesh, Bangladesh | |
| Bangladesh, Bangladesh | |
| When the sun sinks in the west | |
| Die a million people of the Bangladesh | |
| The story of Bangladesh | |
| Is an ancient one again made fresh | |
| By blind men who carry out commands | |
| Which flow out of the laws upon which nation stands | |
| Which is to sacrifice a people for a land | |
| Bangladesh, Bangladesh | |
| Bangladesh, Bangladesh | |
| When the sun sinks in the west | |
| Die a million people of the Bangladesh | |
| Once again we stand aside | |
| And watch the families crucified | |
| See a teenage mother' s vacant eyes | |
| As she watches her feeble baby try | |
| To fight the monsoon rains and the cholera flies | |
| And the students at the university | |
| Asleep at night quite peacefully | |
| The soldiers came and shot them in their beds | |
| And terror took the dorm awakening shrieks of dread | |
| And silent frozen forms and pillows drenched in red | |
| Bangladesh, Bangladesh | |
| Bangladesh, Bangladesh | |
| When the sun sinks in the west | |
| Die a million people of the Bangladesh | |
| Did you read about the army officer' s plea | |
| For donor' s blood? It was given willingly | |
| By boys who took the needles in their veins | |
| And from their bodies every drop of blood was drained | |
| No time to comprehend and there was little pain | |
| And so the story of Bangladesh | |
| Is an ancient one again made fresh | |
| By all who carry out commands | |
| Which flow out of the laws upon which nations stand | |
| Which say to sacrifice a people for a land | |
| Bangladesh, Bangladesh | |
| Bangladesh, Bangladesh | |
| When the sun sinks in the west | |
| Die a million people of the Bangladesh | |
| 1972 Chandos Music ASCAP |
| zuò qǔ : Joan Baez | |
| Words and Music by Joan Baez | |
| Bangladesh, Bangladesh | |
| Bangladesh, Bangladesh | |
| When the sun sinks in the west | |
| Die a million people of the Bangladesh | |
| The story of Bangladesh | |
| Is an ancient one again made fresh | |
| By blind men who carry out commands | |
| Which flow out of the laws upon which nation stands | |
| Which is to sacrifice a people for a land | |
| Bangladesh, Bangladesh | |
| Bangladesh, Bangladesh | |
| When the sun sinks in the west | |
| Die a million people of the Bangladesh | |
| Once again we stand aside | |
| And watch the families crucified | |
| See a teenage mother' s vacant eyes | |
| As she watches her feeble baby try | |
| To fight the monsoon rains and the cholera flies | |
| And the students at the university | |
| Asleep at night quite peacefully | |
| The soldiers came and shot them in their beds | |
| And terror took the dorm awakening shrieks of dread | |
| And silent frozen forms and pillows drenched in red | |
| Bangladesh, Bangladesh | |
| Bangladesh, Bangladesh | |
| When the sun sinks in the west | |
| Die a million people of the Bangladesh | |
| Did you read about the army officer' s plea | |
| For donor' s blood? It was given willingly | |
| By boys who took the needles in their veins | |
| And from their bodies every drop of blood was drained | |
| No time to comprehend and there was little pain | |
| And so the story of Bangladesh | |
| Is an ancient one again made fresh | |
| By all who carry out commands | |
| Which flow out of the laws upon which nations stand | |
| Which say to sacrifice a people for a land | |
| Bangladesh, Bangladesh | |
| Bangladesh, Bangladesh | |
| When the sun sinks in the west | |
| Die a million people of the Bangladesh | |
| 1972 Chandos Music ASCAP |
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