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《White Boots Marching In A Yellow Land(Album Version)》歌词


歌曲: White Boots Marching In A Yellow Land(Album Version)

所属专辑:An Introduction To Phil Ochs

歌手: Phil Ochs

时长: 03:30

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White Boots Marching In A Yellow Land(Album Version)

White Boots Marching In A Yellow Land (Album Version) - Phil Ochs (菲尔·奥克斯)[00:00:00]

The pilot's playing poker in the cockpit of the plane[00:00:03]

The casualties are rising like the dropping of rain[00:00:08]

And the mountain of machinery will fall before a man[00:00:15]

When your white boots marching in a yellow land[00:00:20]

It's written in the ashes of the village towns we burn[00:00:28]

It's written in the empty bed of the fathers unreturned[00:00:33]

And the chocolate in the children's eyes will never understand[00:00:39]

When you're white boots marching in a yellow land[00:00:45]

Red blow the bugles of the dawn[00:00:52]

The morning has arrived you must be gone[00:00:57]

And the lost patrol chase their chartered souls[00:01:02]

Like cold whores following tired armies[00:01:06]

Train them well the men who will be fighting by your side[00:01:17]

And never turn your back if the battle turns the tide[00:01:22]

For the colors of a civil war are louder than commands[00:01:28]

When you're white boots marching in a yellow land[00:01:34]

Blow them from the forest and burn them from your sight[00:01:42]

Tie their hands behind their back and question through the night[00:01:48]

But when the firing squad is ready [00:01:54]

They'll be spitting where they stand[00:01:57]

At the white boots marching in a yellow land[00:02:00]

Red blow the bugles of the dawn[00:02:07]

The morning has arrived you must be gone[00:02:12]

And the lost patrol chase their chartered souls[00:02:17]

Like cold whores following tired armies[00:02:22]

The comic and the beauty queen are dancing on the stage[00:02:32]

Raw recruits are lining up like coffins in a cage[00:02:38]

We're fighting in a war we lost before the war began[00:02:44]

We're the white boots marching in a yellow land[00:02:50]

And the lost patrol chase their chartered souls[00:03:07]

Like cold whores following tired armies[00:03:12]