《The Latin One》歌词

[00:00:00] The Latin One - 10,000 Maniacs

[00:00:25] Bent double like old beggars in sacks

[00:00:28] Knockkneed and cursing or coughing like hags

[00:00:31] Men marched on sleeping some without boots

[00:00:34] Fatigue drunken deaf still to the hoots

[00:00:37] Of breaking gas shells

[00:00:40] Dropping softly behind

[00:00:44] But limped on bloodshod

[00:00:47] All went lame all went blind

[00:00:51] Gas quick boys fumbling helmets in time

[00:00:54] Someone still screaming a man in fire or lime

[00:00:57] Under a grey cloud dim dark through green light

[00:01:01] In all my dreaming before my helpless sight

[00:01:04] He plunges at me

[00:01:07] Choking guttering drowning

[00:01:11] Put in a wagon he had to keep pace

[00:01:14] As his eyes melt to his face

[00:01:58] If you could hear blood

[00:02:00] Gurgling from ruptured lungs

[00:02:02] If you could witness

[00:02:03] Vile sores on innocent tongues

[00:02:05] You would not tell me

[00:02:07] Not with such pride and such zest

[00:02:08] The lies of history

[00:02:10] Dulce et decorum est

[00:02:11] Pro patria mori

[00:02:14] Some desperate glory

[00:02:18] Pro patria mori

[00:02:20] As witness disturbs the story

[00:02:25] Pro patria mori

[00:02:27] Stand firm boys breathe the glory