Orphans Of Wealth-Don McLean

[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