Song | Grapes Of Wrath |
Artist | The Mission UK |
Album | Carved In Sand |
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作词 : Adams, Brown, Hinkler, Hussey | |
The sweat upon his brow and the dirt worked into his hands | |
The dignity of labour upon a man's own land | |
The soil of his fathers passes on down through blood to | |
hand | |
A man's right of birth to reap the harvest from his land | |
The breaking of his back to keep his dream alive | |
To work the change of season his instinct to survive | |
The planting of his seed and to see his harvest grow | |
Gives a pride to a man to reap the harvest that he sows | |
The land of the free, home of the brave | |
The heartland of pioneers, the heritage of flesh and blood | |
And along come the winds that blow through the land | |
With a price to pay for the working man | |
Money talks and changes hands | |
And money reaps the harvest money demands | |
The grapes of wrath | |
The can take away his freedom they can beat him into the | |
dust | |
They can burn his home, run him from his land, and leave | |
him out to gather rust | |
But they can't take away his faith and his honesty and | |
pride and the knowledge that he holds inside | |
One day they'll reap the harvest | |
The grapes of wrath | |
There's hope in a man that nothing can destroy | |
A man will endure anything for the dream that he holds | |
dear | |
And there's pride in a man who knows the truth | |
His faith in the earth he toils for | |
His honesty for the air he breathes | |
The truth of the harvest they will reap | |
The grapes of wrath |
zuo ci : Adams, Brown, Hinkler, Hussey | |
The sweat upon his brow and the dirt worked into his hands | |
The dignity of labour upon a man' s own land | |
The soil of his fathers passes on down through blood to | |
hand | |
A man' s right of birth to reap the harvest from his land | |
The breaking of his back to keep his dream alive | |
To work the change of season his instinct to survive | |
The planting of his seed and to see his harvest grow | |
Gives a pride to a man to reap the harvest that he sows | |
The land of the free, home of the brave | |
The heartland of pioneers, the heritage of flesh and blood | |
And along come the winds that blow through the land | |
With a price to pay for the working man | |
Money talks and changes hands | |
And money reaps the harvest money demands | |
The grapes of wrath | |
The can take away his freedom they can beat him into the | |
dust | |
They can burn his home, run him from his land, and leave | |
him out to gather rust | |
But they can' t take away his faith and his honesty and | |
pride and the knowledge that he holds inside | |
One day they' ll reap the harvest | |
The grapes of wrath | |
There' s hope in a man that nothing can destroy | |
A man will endure anything for the dream that he holds | |
dear | |
And there' s pride in a man who knows the truth | |
His faith in the earth he toils for | |
His honesty for the air he breathes | |
The truth of the harvest they will reap | |
The grapes of wrath |
zuò cí : Adams, Brown, Hinkler, Hussey | |
The sweat upon his brow and the dirt worked into his hands | |
The dignity of labour upon a man' s own land | |
The soil of his fathers passes on down through blood to | |
hand | |
A man' s right of birth to reap the harvest from his land | |
The breaking of his back to keep his dream alive | |
To work the change of season his instinct to survive | |
The planting of his seed and to see his harvest grow | |
Gives a pride to a man to reap the harvest that he sows | |
The land of the free, home of the brave | |
The heartland of pioneers, the heritage of flesh and blood | |
And along come the winds that blow through the land | |
With a price to pay for the working man | |
Money talks and changes hands | |
And money reaps the harvest money demands | |
The grapes of wrath | |
The can take away his freedom they can beat him into the | |
dust | |
They can burn his home, run him from his land, and leave | |
him out to gather rust | |
But they can' t take away his faith and his honesty and | |
pride and the knowledge that he holds inside | |
One day they' ll reap the harvest | |
The grapes of wrath | |
There' s hope in a man that nothing can destroy | |
A man will endure anything for the dream that he holds | |
dear | |
And there' s pride in a man who knows the truth | |
His faith in the earth he toils for | |
His honesty for the air he breathes | |
The truth of the harvest they will reap | |
The grapes of wrath |