《1913 Massacre(Pretty Boy Floyd)》歌词

[00:00:00] 1913 Massacre (1913年大屠杀) - Jack Elliott

[00:00:04] Take a trip with me

[00:00:06] In nineteen thirteen

[00:00:09] To Calumet Michigan

[00:00:11] In the copper country

[00:00:14] I'll take you to a place

[00:00:16] Called Italian Hall

[00:00:21] And the miners are

[00:00:24] Having their big Christmas ball

[00:00:28] I'll take you in a door

[00:00:30] And up a high stairs

[00:00:34] Singing and dancing

[00:00:35] Is heard everywhere

[00:00:38] I'll let you shake hands

[00:00:40] With the people you see

[00:00:43] And watch the kids dance

[00:00:46] Around the big Christmas tree

[00:00:51] There's talking and laughing

[00:00:53] And songs in the air

[00:00:56] And the spirit of Christmas

[00:00:57] Is there everywhere

[00:00:59] Before you know it

[00:01:01] You're friends with us all

[00:01:04] And you're dancing around

[00:01:07] And around in the hall

[00:01:10] You ask about work

[00:01:11] And you ask about pay

[00:01:14] They'll tell you they make less

[00:01:16] Than a dollar a day

[00:01:18] Working their copper claims

[00:01:20] Risking their lives

[00:01:23] So it's fun to spend Christmas

[00:01:26] With children and wives

[00:01:30] A little girl sits down

[00:01:32] By the Christmas tree lights

[00:01:34] To play the piano

[00:01:35] So you gotta keep quiet

[00:01:38] To hear all this fun

[00:01:39] You would not realize

[00:01:42] That the copper boss

[00:01:44] Thug men are milling outside

[00:01:48] The copper boss thugs

[00:01:49] Stuck their heads in the door

[00:01:51] One of them yelled

[00:01:53] And he screamed

[00:01:53] There's a fire

[00:01:56] A lady she hollered

[00:01:57] There's no such a thing

[00:02:00] Keep on with your party

[00:02:03] There's no such a thing

[00:02:06] A few people rushed

[00:02:07] And there's only a few

[00:02:09] It's just the thugs

[00:02:11] And the scabs foolling you

[00:02:13] A man grabbed his daughter

[00:02:15] And he carried her down

[00:02:18] But the thugs held the door

[00:02:20] And he could not get out

[00:02:23] And then others followed

[00:02:24] About a hundred or more

[00:02:27] But most everybody

[00:02:29] Remained on the floor

[00:02:32] The gun thugs they laughed

[00:02:33] At their murderous joke

[00:02:37] And the children were smothered

[00:02:40] On the stairs by the door

[00:02:44] Such a terrible sight

[00:02:45] I never did see

[00:02:48] We carried our children

[00:02:50] Back up to their tree

[00:02:53] The scabs outside

[00:02:54] Still laughed at their spree

[00:02:59] And the children that died there

[00:03:02] Was seventy-three

[00:03:10] The piano played a slow funeral tune

[00:03:14] And the town was lit up

[00:03:15] By a cold Christmas moon

[00:03:19] The parents they cried

[00:03:20] And the men they moaned

[00:03:25] See what your greed

[00:03:28] For money has done