Disposable Heroes-Metallica

[00:00.000] 作词 : James Hetfield [00:01.000] 作曲 : James Hetfield/Lars Ulrich/Kirk Hammett [01:43.829]Bodies fill the fields I see, hungry heroes end [01:49.109]No one to play soldier now, no one to pretend [01:54.349]Running blind through killing fields, bred to kill them all [01:59.769]Victim of what said should be [02:02.539]Aservant `til I fall [02:04.699] [02:05.149]Soldier boy, made of clay [02:07.779]Now an empty shell [02:09.810]Twenty one, only son [02:12.440]But he served us well [02:14.550]Bred to kill, not to care [02:17.240]Just do as we say [02:19.280]Finished here, Greeting Death [02:21.980]Hes yours to take away [02:24.610] [02:40.370]Back to the front [02:41.650]You will do what I say, when I say [02:45.490]Back to the front [02:47.80]You will die when I say, you must die [02:50.630]Back to the front [02:52.60]You coward , you servant, you blindman [02:57.220] [02:57.450]Barking of machinegun fire, does nothing to me now [03:02.850]Sounding of the clock that ticks, get used to it somehow [03:08.210]More a man, more stripes you bare, glory seeker trends [03:13.470]Bodies fill the fields I see [03:16.140]The slaughter never ends [03:18.200] [03:18.880]Soldier boy, made of clay [03:21.560]Now an empty shell [03:23.580]Twenty one, only son [03:26.290]But he served us well [03:28.280]Bred to kill, not to care [03:30.970]Just do as we say [03:33.0]Finished here, Greeting Death [03:35.740]Hes yours to take away [03:38.50] [03:54.90]Back to the front [03:55.360]You will do what I say, when I say [03:59.300]Back to the front [04:01.30]You will die when I say, you must die [04:04.360]Back to the front [04:05.910]You coward, you servant, you blindman [04:10.240] [04:22.560]Why, Am I dying? [04:25.50]Kill, have no fear [04:27.650]Lie, live off lying [04:30.90]Hell, Hell is here [04:33.790] [05:40.50]Why, Am I dying? [05:42.530]Kill, have no fear [05:44.900]Lie, live off lying [05:47.400]Hell, Hell is here [05:51.390]I was born for dying [05:57.350] [06:07.200]Life planned out before my birth, nothing could I say [06:12.620]Had no chance to see myself, molded day by day [06:17.990]Looking back I realize, nothing have I done [06:23.430]Left to die with only friend [06:26.220]Alone I clench my gun [06:28.200] [06:28.930]Soldier boy, made of clay [06:31.540]Now an empty shell [06:33.610]Twenty one, only son [06:36.260]But he served us well [06:38.600]Bred to kill, not to care [06:41.150]Just do as we say [06:43.180]Finished here, Greeting Death [06:46.0]Hes yours to take away [06:49.350] [07:06.210]Back to the front [07:07.550]You will do what I say, when I say [07:11.440]Back to the front [07:13.90]You will die when I say, you must die [07:16.570]Back to the front [07:18.480]You coward, you servant, you blindman [07:22.30]Back to the front [07:27.450]Back to the front [07:32.630]Back to the front [07:37.830]Back to the front [07:42.950]Back to the front [07:45.150]