| 作词 : Turner Harrison | |
| 作曲 : Turner Harrison | |
| Relocation | |
| Scattered to the winds, | |
| 1000 miles apart | |
| Chains around my feet, | |
| Shackles on my heart, | |
| You can't deny it, Don't even try it, | |
| Western expansion, | |
| Sit in your mansion | |
| On your polar bear rug, by the fire so snug.. | |
| There's nothing left to do, you've done enough.. | |
| My people get the sands, | |
| Of the desert not the sea, | |
| Crossed the fertile lands, | |
| To a landscape stark and bleak. | |
| This is your mercy? Broken and thirsty! | |
| Treaties are hollow, | |
| You expect us to follow, | |
| In the fear of your sword, | |
| And to pray to your lord? | |
| While you take all our trees | |
| and we stay on our knees. |
| zuo ci : Turner Harrison | |
| zuo qu : Turner Harrison | |
| Relocation | |
| Scattered to the winds, | |
| 1000 miles apart | |
| Chains around my feet, | |
| Shackles on my heart, | |
| You can' t deny it, Don' t even try it, | |
| Western expansion, | |
| Sit in your mansion | |
| On your polar bear rug, by the fire so snug.. | |
| There' s nothing left to do, you' ve done enough.. | |
| My people get the sands, | |
| Of the desert not the sea, | |
| Crossed the fertile lands, | |
| To a landscape stark and bleak. | |
| This is your mercy? Broken and thirsty! | |
| Treaties are hollow, | |
| You expect us to follow, | |
| In the fear of your sword, | |
| And to pray to your lord? | |
| While you take all our trees | |
| and we stay on our knees. |
| zuò cí : Turner Harrison | |
| zuò qǔ : Turner Harrison | |
| Relocation | |
| Scattered to the winds, | |
| 1000 miles apart | |
| Chains around my feet, | |
| Shackles on my heart, | |
| You can' t deny it, Don' t even try it, | |
| Western expansion, | |
| Sit in your mansion | |
| On your polar bear rug, by the fire so snug.. | |
| There' s nothing left to do, you' ve done enough.. | |
| My people get the sands, | |
| Of the desert not the sea, | |
| Crossed the fertile lands, | |
| To a landscape stark and bleak. | |
| This is your mercy? Broken and thirsty! | |
| Treaties are hollow, | |
| You expect us to follow, | |
| In the fear of your sword, | |
| And to pray to your lord? | |
| While you take all our trees | |
| and we stay on our knees. |
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