Song | Black Day In July |
Artist | Gordon Lightfoot |
Album | United Artists Collection, The |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Lightfoot | |
Black day in july | |
Motor city madness has touched the countryside | |
And through the smoke and cinders | |
You can hear it far and wide | |
The doors are quickly bolted | |
And the children locked inside | |
Black day in july | |
Black day in july | |
And the soul of motor city is bared across the land | |
As the book of law and order is taken in the hands | |
Of the sons of the fathers who were carried to this land | |
Black day in july | |
Black day in july | |
In the streets of motor city is a deadly silent sound | |
And the body of a dead youth lies stretched upon the ground | |
Upon the filthy pavement | |
No reason can be found | |
Black day in july | |
Black day in july | |
Motor city madness has touched the countryside | |
And the people rise in anger | |
And the streets begin to fill | |
And there's gunfire from the rooftops | |
And the blood begins to spill | |
Black day in july | |
In the mansion of the governor | |
There's nothing that is known for sure | |
The telephone is ringing | |
And the pendulum is swinging | |
And they wonder how it happened | |
And they really know the reason | |
And it wasn't just the temperature | |
And it wasn't just the season | |
Black day in july | |
Black day in july | |
Motor city's burning and the flames are running wild | |
They reflect upon the waters of the river and the lake | |
And everyone is listening | |
And everyone's awake | |
Black day in july | |
Black day in july | |
The printing press is turning | |
And the news is quickly flashed | |
And you read your morning paper | |
And you sip your cup of tea | |
And you wonder just in passing | |
Is it him or is it me | |
Black day in july | |
In the office of the president | |
The deed is done the troops are sent | |
There's really not much choice you see | |
It looks to us like anarchy | |
And then the tanks go rolling in | |
To patch things up as best they can | |
There is no time to hesitate | |
The speech is made the dues can wait | |
Black day in july | |
Black day in july | |
The streets of motor city now are quiet and serene | |
But the shapes of gutted buildings | |
Strike terror to the heart | |
And you say how did it happen | |
And you say how did it start | |
Why can't we all be brothers | |
Why can't we live in peace | |
But the hands of the have-nots | |
Keep falling out of reach | |
Black day in july | |
Black day in july | |
Motor city madness has touched the countryside | |
And through the smoke and cinders | |
You can hear it far and wide | |
The doors are quickly bolted | |
And the children locked inside |
zuo ci : Lightfoot | |
Black day in july | |
Motor city madness has touched the countryside | |
And through the smoke and cinders | |
You can hear it far and wide | |
The doors are quickly bolted | |
And the children locked inside | |
Black day in july | |
Black day in july | |
And the soul of motor city is bared across the land | |
As the book of law and order is taken in the hands | |
Of the sons of the fathers who were carried to this land | |
Black day in july | |
Black day in july | |
In the streets of motor city is a deadly silent sound | |
And the body of a dead youth lies stretched upon the ground | |
Upon the filthy pavement | |
No reason can be found | |
Black day in july | |
Black day in july | |
Motor city madness has touched the countryside | |
And the people rise in anger | |
And the streets begin to fill | |
And there' s gunfire from the rooftops | |
And the blood begins to spill | |
Black day in july | |
In the mansion of the governor | |
There' s nothing that is known for sure | |
The telephone is ringing | |
And the pendulum is swinging | |
And they wonder how it happened | |
And they really know the reason | |
And it wasn' t just the temperature | |
And it wasn' t just the season | |
Black day in july | |
Black day in july | |
Motor city' s burning and the flames are running wild | |
They reflect upon the waters of the river and the lake | |
And everyone is listening | |
And everyone' s awake | |
Black day in july | |
Black day in july | |
The printing press is turning | |
And the news is quickly flashed | |
And you read your morning paper | |
And you sip your cup of tea | |
And you wonder just in passing | |
Is it him or is it me | |
Black day in july | |
In the office of the president | |
The deed is done the troops are sent | |
There' s really not much choice you see | |
It looks to us like anarchy | |
And then the tanks go rolling in | |
To patch things up as best they can | |
There is no time to hesitate | |
The speech is made the dues can wait | |
Black day in july | |
Black day in july | |
The streets of motor city now are quiet and serene | |
But the shapes of gutted buildings | |
Strike terror to the heart | |
And you say how did it happen | |
And you say how did it start | |
Why can' t we all be brothers | |
Why can' t we live in peace | |
But the hands of the havenots | |
Keep falling out of reach | |
Black day in july | |
Black day in july | |
Motor city madness has touched the countryside | |
And through the smoke and cinders | |
You can hear it far and wide | |
The doors are quickly bolted | |
And the children locked inside |
zuò cí : Lightfoot | |
Black day in july | |
Motor city madness has touched the countryside | |
And through the smoke and cinders | |
You can hear it far and wide | |
The doors are quickly bolted | |
And the children locked inside | |
Black day in july | |
Black day in july | |
And the soul of motor city is bared across the land | |
As the book of law and order is taken in the hands | |
Of the sons of the fathers who were carried to this land | |
Black day in july | |
Black day in july | |
In the streets of motor city is a deadly silent sound | |
And the body of a dead youth lies stretched upon the ground | |
Upon the filthy pavement | |
No reason can be found | |
Black day in july | |
Black day in july | |
Motor city madness has touched the countryside | |
And the people rise in anger | |
And the streets begin to fill | |
And there' s gunfire from the rooftops | |
And the blood begins to spill | |
Black day in july | |
In the mansion of the governor | |
There' s nothing that is known for sure | |
The telephone is ringing | |
And the pendulum is swinging | |
And they wonder how it happened | |
And they really know the reason | |
And it wasn' t just the temperature | |
And it wasn' t just the season | |
Black day in july | |
Black day in july | |
Motor city' s burning and the flames are running wild | |
They reflect upon the waters of the river and the lake | |
And everyone is listening | |
And everyone' s awake | |
Black day in july | |
Black day in july | |
The printing press is turning | |
And the news is quickly flashed | |
And you read your morning paper | |
And you sip your cup of tea | |
And you wonder just in passing | |
Is it him or is it me | |
Black day in july | |
In the office of the president | |
The deed is done the troops are sent | |
There' s really not much choice you see | |
It looks to us like anarchy | |
And then the tanks go rolling in | |
To patch things up as best they can | |
There is no time to hesitate | |
The speech is made the dues can wait | |
Black day in july | |
Black day in july | |
The streets of motor city now are quiet and serene | |
But the shapes of gutted buildings | |
Strike terror to the heart | |
And you say how did it happen | |
And you say how did it start | |
Why can' t we all be brothers | |
Why can' t we live in peace | |
But the hands of the havenots | |
Keep falling out of reach | |
Black day in july | |
Black day in july | |
Motor city madness has touched the countryside | |
And through the smoke and cinders | |
You can hear it far and wide | |
The doors are quickly bolted | |
And the children locked inside |