Orphans Of Wealth
作曲 : McLean
There is no time to discuss or debate
What is right what is wrong for our people
Time has run out for all those who wait
With bent limbs and minds that are feeble
And the rain falls
And blows through their window and the snow falls
And blows through their door
And the seasons revolve
Mid their sounds of starvation
When the tides rise
They cover the floor
They come from the north
And they come from the south
And they come from the hills and the valleys
And they're migrants
And farmers and miners and humans
Our census neglected to tally
And the rain falls
And blows through their window and the rain falls
And it blows through their door
And the seasons revolve
Mid their sounds of starvation
When the tides rise
They cover the floor
And they´re African Mexican
Caucasian Indian
Hungry and hopeless Americans
The orphans of wealth and of adequate health
Disowned by this nation they live in
And with weather worn hands
On bread lines they stand
Yet but one more degradation
And they're treated like tramps
While we sell them food stamps
This thriving and prosperous nation
And the rain falls
And blows through their window and the snow falls
And blows through their door
And the seasons revolve
Mid their sounds of starvation
When the tides rise
They cover the floor
And with roaches and rickets
And rats in the thickets
Infested diseased and decaying
With rags and no shoes
And skin sores that ooze
By the poisonous pools they are playing
In shacks of two rooms
That are rotting wood tombs
With corpses breathing inside them
And we pity their plight
As they call in the night
And we do all that we can do to hide them
And the rain falls
And blows through their window
And the snow falls
In white drifts that fold and the tides
Rise with floods in the nursery
And a child is crying
He's hungry and cold
His life has been sold
His young face looks old
It's the face of America dying
Orphans Of WealthLRC歌词
[00:00.000] 作曲 : McLean
[00:06.06]There is no time to discuss or debate
[00:11.78]What is right what is wrong for our people
[00:17.92]Time has run out for all those who wait
[00:23.92]With bent limbs and minds that are feeble
[00:29.75]And the rain falls
[00:32.95]And blows through their window and the snow falls
[00:38.91]And blows through their door
[00:41.70]And the seasons revolve
[00:44.67]Mid their sounds of starvation
[00:47.87]When the tides rise
[00:51.16]They cover the floor
[00:55.62]They come from the north
[00:58.19]And they come from the south
[01:01.22]And they come from the hills and the valleys
[01:07.52]And they're migrants
[01:10.41]And farmers and miners and humans
[01:13.35]Our census neglected to tally
[01:19.32]And the rain falls
[01:22.50]And blows through their window and the rain falls
[01:28.35]And it blows through their door
[01:31.49]And the seasons revolve
[01:34.06]Mid their sounds of starvation
[01:37.46]When the tides rise
[01:40.37]They cover the floor
[01:45.28]And they´re African Mexican
[01:48.33]Caucasian Indian
[01:51.09]Hungry and hopeless Americans
[01:57.01]The orphans of wealth and of adequate health
[02:02.90]Disowned by this nation they live in
[02:08.90]And with weather worn hands
[02:11.73]On bread lines they stand
[02:14.80]Yet but one more degradation
[02:20.28]And they're treated like tramps
[02:23.38]While we sell them food stamps
[02:26.85]This thriving and prosperous nation
[02:32.40]And the rain falls
[02:35.92]And blows through their window and the snow falls
[02:41.81]And blows through their door
[02:44.69]And the seasons revolve
[02:47.78]Mid their sounds of starvation
[02:51.08]When the tides rise
[02:54.12]They cover the floor
[02:58.58]And with roaches and rickets
[03:01.40]And rats in the thickets
[03:04.47]Infested diseased and decaying
[03:10.47]With rags and no shoes
[03:13.23]And skin sores that ooze
[03:16.61]By the poisonous pools they are playing
[03:22.65]In shacks of two rooms
[03:25.49]That are rotting wood tombs
[03:28.84]With corpses breathing inside them
[03:33.69]And we pity their plight
[03:37.31]As they call in the night
[03:40.24]And we do all that we can do to hide them
[03:48.70]And the rain falls
[03:51.73]And blows through their window
[03:54.33]And the snow falls
[03:57.71]In white drifts that fold and the tides
[04:03.45]Rise with floods in the nursery
[04:06.44]And a child is crying
[04:09.63]He's hungry and cold
[04:12.48]His life has been sold
[04:15.51]His young face looks old
[04:18.32]It's the face of America dying
