| Song | New Generation Slave |
| Artist | Riverside |
| Album | Shrine of New Generation Slaves |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.000] | 作曲 : Riverside/Mariusz Duda |
| [00:00.379] | |
| [00:05.682] | Into this world I came |
| [00:08.556] | Filled with fear, crying all the time |
| [00:14.355] | |
| [00:19.788] | I guess my birth left a great scar |
| [00:23.419] | On my heart and mind |
| [00:27.207] | |
| [00:32.745] | Now I hand-pick cotton and struggle to sing |
| [00:37.708] | "I am happy and I do what I like" |
| [00:43.586] | |
| [00:48.131] | But my voice breaks, and I start to hate |
| [00:52.363] | My singing and simply everyone |
| [00:58.476] | |
| [01:04.719] | Mama told me be good |
| [01:07.566] | Work hard, and love Mr. God |
| [01:12.608] | |
| [01:18.720] | Every Sunday, I lie |
| [01:21.359] | Trying to realize why |
| [01:25.564] | |
| [01:31.860] | Ain't nothing more to say, Your Honor |
| [01:35.674] | Don't look at me like that |
| [01:39.801] | |
| [01:46.227] | The truth is, I am a free man |
| [01:51.347] | But I can't enjoy my life |
| [02:03.756] | |
| [02:18.018] | I came to a standstill |
| [02:21.336] | With lies and hopes inside my head |
| [02:25.254] | Always seemed too late to turn |
| [02:28.650] | And too soon to understand |
| [02:33.065] | No, I don't have a stomachache |
| [02:35.782] | It's just my face |
| [02:38.080] | |
| [03:00.624] | I got stuck, I ran aground |
| [03:03.942] | I got used to spewing bile |
| [03:07.782] | I wonder whether all those years |
| [03:11.230] | Hadn't been a waste of time |
| [03:16.010] | So how am I doing? |
| [03:17.760] | Oh, I can complain |
| [03:20.529] | |
| [03:24.840] | Smoke too many cigarettes |
| [03:27.426] | But I don't care |
| [03:29.307] | |
| [03:48.689] | Into this world I came |
| [03:51.511] | Filled with fear, crying all the time |
| [03:58.877] |
| [00:00.000] | zuo qu : Riverside Mariusz Duda |
| [00:00.379] | |
| [00:05.682] | Into this world I came |
| [00:08.556] | Filled with fear, crying all the time |
| [00:14.355] | |
| [00:19.788] | I guess my birth left a great scar |
| [00:23.419] | On my heart and mind |
| [00:27.207] | |
| [00:32.745] | Now I handpick cotton and struggle to sing |
| [00:37.708] | " I am happy and I do what I like" |
| [00:43.586] | |
| [00:48.131] | But my voice breaks, and I start to hate |
| [00:52.363] | My singing and simply everyone |
| [00:58.476] | |
| [01:04.719] | Mama told me be good |
| [01:07.566] | Work hard, and love Mr. God |
| [01:12.608] | |
| [01:18.720] | Every Sunday, I lie |
| [01:21.359] | Trying to realize why |
| [01:25.564] | |
| [01:31.860] | Ain' t nothing more to say, Your Honor |
| [01:35.674] | Don' t look at me like that |
| [01:39.801] | |
| [01:46.227] | The truth is, I am a free man |
| [01:51.347] | But I can' t enjoy my life |
| [02:03.756] | |
| [02:18.018] | I came to a standstill |
| [02:21.336] | With lies and hopes inside my head |
| [02:25.254] | Always seemed too late to turn |
| [02:28.650] | And too soon to understand |
| [02:33.065] | No, I don' t have a stomachache |
| [02:35.782] | It' s just my face |
| [02:38.080] | |
| [03:00.624] | I got stuck, I ran aground |
| [03:03.942] | I got used to spewing bile |
| [03:07.782] | I wonder whether all those years |
| [03:11.230] | Hadn' t been a waste of time |
| [03:16.010] | So how am I doing? |
| [03:17.760] | Oh, I can complain |
| [03:20.529] | |
| [03:24.840] | Smoke too many cigarettes |
| [03:27.426] | But I don' t care |
| [03:29.307] | |
| [03:48.689] | Into this world I came |
| [03:51.511] | Filled with fear, crying all the time |
| [03:58.877] |
| [00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : Riverside Mariusz Duda |
| [00:00.379] | |
| [00:05.682] | Into this world I came |
| [00:08.556] | Filled with fear, crying all the time |
| [00:14.355] | |
| [00:19.788] | I guess my birth left a great scar |
| [00:23.419] | On my heart and mind |
| [00:27.207] | |
| [00:32.745] | Now I handpick cotton and struggle to sing |
| [00:37.708] | " I am happy and I do what I like" |
| [00:43.586] | |
| [00:48.131] | But my voice breaks, and I start to hate |
| [00:52.363] | My singing and simply everyone |
| [00:58.476] | |
| [01:04.719] | Mama told me be good |
| [01:07.566] | Work hard, and love Mr. God |
| [01:12.608] | |
| [01:18.720] | Every Sunday, I lie |
| [01:21.359] | Trying to realize why |
| [01:25.564] | |
| [01:31.860] | Ain' t nothing more to say, Your Honor |
| [01:35.674] | Don' t look at me like that |
| [01:39.801] | |
| [01:46.227] | The truth is, I am a free man |
| [01:51.347] | But I can' t enjoy my life |
| [02:03.756] | |
| [02:18.018] | I came to a standstill |
| [02:21.336] | With lies and hopes inside my head |
| [02:25.254] | Always seemed too late to turn |
| [02:28.650] | And too soon to understand |
| [02:33.065] | No, I don' t have a stomachache |
| [02:35.782] | It' s just my face |
| [02:38.080] | |
| [03:00.624] | I got stuck, I ran aground |
| [03:03.942] | I got used to spewing bile |
| [03:07.782] | I wonder whether all those years |
| [03:11.230] | Hadn' t been a waste of time |
| [03:16.010] | So how am I doing? |
| [03:17.760] | Oh, I can complain |
| [03:20.529] | |
| [03:24.840] | Smoke too many cigarettes |
| [03:27.426] | But I don' t care |
| [03:29.307] | |
| [03:48.689] | Into this world I came |
| [03:51.511] | Filled with fear, crying all the time |
| [03:58.877] |