[al:Master of puppets]
[00:00.00] 作曲 : James Hetfield/Lars Ulrich/Kirk Hammett
[00:01.00] 作词 : James Hetfield
[01:43.829]Bodies fill the fields I see, hungry heroes end
[01:49.109]No one to play soldier now, no one to pretend
[01:54.349]Running blind through killing fields, bred to kill them all
[01:59.769]Victim of what said should be
[02:02.539]Aservant `til I fall
[02:04.699]
[02:05.149]Soldier boy, made of clay
[02:07.779]Now an empty shell
[02:09.810]Twenty one, only son
[02:12.440]But he served us well
[02:14.550]Bred to kill, not to care
[02:17.240]Just do as we say
[02:19.280]Finished here, Greeting Death
[02:21.980]Hes yours to take away
[02:24.610]
[02:40.370]Back to the front
[02:41.650]You will do what I say, when I say
[02:45.490]Back to the front
[02:47.80]You will die when I say, you must die
[02:50.630]Back to the front
[02:52.60]You coward , you servant, you blindman
[02:57.220]
[02:57.450]Barking of machinegun fire, does nothing to me now
[03:02.850]Sounding of the clock that ticks, get used to it somehow
[03:08.210]More a man, more stripes you bare, glory seeker trends
[03:13.470]Bodies fill the fields I see
[03:16.140]The slaughter never ends
[03:18.200]
[03:18.880]Soldier boy, made of clay
[03:21.560]Now an empty shell
[03:23.580]Twenty one, only son
[03:26.290]But he served us well
[03:28.280]Bred to kill, not to care
[03:30.970]Just do as we say
[03:33.0]Finished here, Greeting Death
[03:35.740]Hes yours to take away
[03:38.50]
[03:54.90]Back to the front
[03:55.360]You will do what I say, when I say
[03:59.300]Back to the front
[04:01.30]You will die when I say, you must die
[04:04.360]Back to the front
[04:05.910]You coward, you servant, you blindman
[04:10.240]
[04:22.560]Why, Am I dying?
[04:25.50]Kill, have no fear
[04:27.650]Lie, live off lying
[04:30.90]Hell, Hell is here
[04:33.790]
[05:40.50]Why, Am I dying?
[05:42.530]Kill, have no fear
[05:44.900]Lie, live off lying
[05:47.400]Hell, Hell is here
[05:51.390]I was born for dying
[05:57.350]
[06:07.200]Life planned out before my birth, nothing could I say
[06:12.620]Had no chance to see myself, molded day by day
[06:17.990]Looking back I realize, nothing have I done
[06:23.430]Left to die with only friend
[06:26.220]Alone I clench my gun
[06:28.200]
[06:28.930]Soldier boy, made of clay
[06:31.540]Now an empty shell
[06:33.610]Twenty one, only son
[06:36.260]But he served us well
[06:38.600]Bred to kill, not to care
[06:41.150]Just do as we say
[06:43.180]Finished here, Greeting Death
[06:46.0]Hes yours to take away
[06:49.350]
[07:06.210]Back to the front
[07:07.550]You will do what I say, when I say
[07:11.440]Back to the front
[07:13.90]You will die when I say, you must die
[07:16.570]Back to the front
[07:18.480]You coward, you servant, you blindman
[07:22.30]Back to the front
[07:27.450]Back to the front
[07:32.630]Back to the front
[07:37.830]Back to the front
[07:42.950]Back to the front
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