Song | They Can't Take Away Our Music |
Artist | Eric Burdon |
Album | The Black-Man's Burdon |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Warner | |
Oh, there?s one thing that I?m sure, | |
It?s so proud and it?s so pure. | |
And it comes from deep within, | |
It?s got no hair it?s got no skin. | |
As we travel far and near, | |
We bring the world for you to hear. | |
And the message that we bring, | |
Is the light in the words we sing. | |
And no matter how bad you feel, | |
We got something, they can?t steal. | |
No they can?t, no they can?t, no they can?t, | |
Take away our music, no. | |
No they can?t, no they can?t, no they can?t, | |
Take away our music. | |
In the ghetto, it gets cold, | |
But we got something to warm our souls. | |
Like the blanket of our faith, | |
Keeps us covered when we shake. | |
Though they take my brother?s life, | |
And deny his given rights. | |
Yes, the message will be heard, | |
As the four winds spread the word. | |
And our spirit, they can?t break, | |
?Cause we got power to communicate, yea. | |
No they can?t, no they can?t, no they can?t, | |
Take away our music, Lord. | |
No they can?t, no they can?t, | |
I say, they can?t take our music, music, little baby (unintelligible) | |
But his message is my book, my book, is your book, is everybody?s book. Come on. | |
Music is fine, music is alright, alright with me, yea. | |
Come on, come on, sing it mom, sing it pop, sing it brother, sing it sister. | |
Everybody, come on. Get up on your feet, now, and stomp your feet, clap your hands, come on. Oh. | |
Sing it to your man, sing it to your woman, sing it to your baby, sing it to the sky, | |
Sing to ev?, sing it to the ground, sing it to the earth, my, my, my, my, come on. | |
They can?t take it away, they can?t take it away. Oooo. Come on, come on, come on. |
zuo ci : Warner | |
Oh, there? s one thing that I? m sure, | |
It? s so proud and it? s so pure. | |
And it comes from deep within, | |
It? s got no hair it? s got no skin. | |
As we travel far and near, | |
We bring the world for you to hear. | |
And the message that we bring, | |
Is the light in the words we sing. | |
And no matter how bad you feel, | |
We got something, they can? t steal. | |
No they can? t, no they can? t, no they can? t, | |
Take away our music, no. | |
No they can? t, no they can? t, no they can? t, | |
Take away our music. | |
In the ghetto, it gets cold, | |
But we got something to warm our souls. | |
Like the blanket of our faith, | |
Keeps us covered when we shake. | |
Though they take my brother? s life, | |
And deny his given rights. | |
Yes, the message will be heard, | |
As the four winds spread the word. | |
And our spirit, they can? t break, | |
? Cause we got power to communicate, yea. | |
No they can? t, no they can? t, no they can? t, | |
Take away our music, Lord. | |
No they can? t, no they can? t, | |
I say, they can? t take our music, music, little baby unintelligible | |
But his message is my book, my book, is your book, is everybody? s book. Come on. | |
Music is fine, music is alright, alright with me, yea. | |
Come on, come on, sing it mom, sing it pop, sing it brother, sing it sister. | |
Everybody, come on. Get up on your feet, now, and stomp your feet, clap your hands, come on. Oh. | |
Sing it to your man, sing it to your woman, sing it to your baby, sing it to the sky, | |
Sing to ev?, sing it to the ground, sing it to the earth, my, my, my, my, come on. | |
They can? t take it away, they can? t take it away. Oooo. Come on, come on, come on. |
zuò cí : Warner | |
Oh, there? s one thing that I? m sure, | |
It? s so proud and it? s so pure. | |
And it comes from deep within, | |
It? s got no hair it? s got no skin. | |
As we travel far and near, | |
We bring the world for you to hear. | |
And the message that we bring, | |
Is the light in the words we sing. | |
And no matter how bad you feel, | |
We got something, they can? t steal. | |
No they can? t, no they can? t, no they can? t, | |
Take away our music, no. | |
No they can? t, no they can? t, no they can? t, | |
Take away our music. | |
In the ghetto, it gets cold, | |
But we got something to warm our souls. | |
Like the blanket of our faith, | |
Keeps us covered when we shake. | |
Though they take my brother? s life, | |
And deny his given rights. | |
Yes, the message will be heard, | |
As the four winds spread the word. | |
And our spirit, they can? t break, | |
? Cause we got power to communicate, yea. | |
No they can? t, no they can? t, no they can? t, | |
Take away our music, Lord. | |
No they can? t, no they can? t, | |
I say, they can? t take our music, music, little baby unintelligible | |
But his message is my book, my book, is your book, is everybody? s book. Come on. | |
Music is fine, music is alright, alright with me, yea. | |
Come on, come on, sing it mom, sing it pop, sing it brother, sing it sister. | |
Everybody, come on. Get up on your feet, now, and stomp your feet, clap your hands, come on. Oh. | |
Sing it to your man, sing it to your woman, sing it to your baby, sing it to the sky, | |
Sing to ev?, sing it to the ground, sing it to the earth, my, my, my, my, come on. | |
They can? t take it away, they can? t take it away. Oooo. Come on, come on, come on. |