Orphans Of Wealth-Don McLean
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[00:00.00]Orphans Of Wealth - Don McLean (唐·麦克林)
[00:06.52]There is no time to discuss or debate
[00:11.95]What is right what is wrong for our people
[00:18.57]Time has run out for all those who wait
[00:24.19]With bent limbs and minds that are feeble
[00:29.31]And the rain falls and blows through their window
[00:35.99]And the snow falls and blows through their door
[00:42.00]And the seasons revolve mid their sounds of starvation
[00:48.17]When the tides rise they cover the floor
[00:55.91]They come from the north and they come from the south
[01:01.61]And they come from the hills and the valleys
[01:07.85]And they＇re migrants and farmers and miners and humans
[01:13.86]Our census neglected to tally
[01:19.66]And the rain falls and blows through their window
[01:25.24]And the rain falls and it blows through their door
[01:31.92]And the seasons revolve mid their sounds of starvation
[01:37.91]When the tides rise they cover the floor
[01:45.65]And they′re African Mexican Caucasian Indian
[01:51.70]Hungry and hopeless Americans
[01:57.50]The orphans of wealth and of adequate health
[02:03.43]Disowned by this nation they live in
[02:08.05]And with weather worn hands on bread lines they stand
[02:15.91]Yet but one more degradation
[02:20.59]And they＇re treated like tramps while we sell them food stamps
[02:27.64]This thriving and prosperous nation
[02:33.00]And the rain falls and blows through their window
[02:39.11]And the snow falls and blows through their door
[02:45.23]And the seasons revolve mid their sounds of starvation
[02:51.66]When the tides rise they cover the floor
[02:59.21]And with roaches and rickets and rats in the thickets
[03:05.13]Infested diseased and decaying
[03:11.21]With rags and no shoes and skin sores that ooze
[03:17.32]By the poisonous pools they are playing
[03:23.38]In shacks of two rooms that are rotting wood tombs
[03:29.62]With corpses breathing inside them
[03:34.17]And we pity their plight as they call in the night
[03:40.93]And we do all that we can do to hide them
[03:50.48]And the rain falls and blows through their window
[03:54.92]And the snow falls in white drifts that fold
[04:01.16]And the tides rise with floods in the nursery
[04:07.21]And a child is crying he＇s hungry and cold
[04:13.26]His life has been sold his young face looks old
[04:18.88]It＇s the face of America dying
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[00:00.00]Orphans Of Wealth - Don McLean (唐·麦克林)
[00:06.52]There is no time to discuss or debate
[00:11.95]What is right what is wrong for our people
[00:18.57]Time has run out for all those who wait
[00:24.19]With bent limbs and minds that are feeble
[00:29.31]And the rain falls and blows through their window
[00:35.99]And the snow falls and blows through their door
[00:42.00]And the seasons revolve mid their sounds of starvation
[00:48.17]When the tides rise they cover the floor
[00:55.91]They come from the north and they come from the south
[01:01.61]And they come from the hills and the valleys
[01:07.85]And they＇re migrants and farmers and miners and humans
[01:13.86]Our census neglected to tally
[01:19.66]And the rain falls and blows through their window
[01:25.24]And the rain falls and it blows through their door
[01:31.92]And the seasons revolve mid their sounds of starvation
[01:37.91]When the tides rise they cover the floor
[01:45.65]And they′re African Mexican Caucasian Indian
[01:51.70]Hungry and hopeless Americans
[01:57.50]The orphans of wealth and of adequate health
[02:03.43]Disowned by this nation they live in
[02:08.05]And with weather worn hands on bread lines they stand
[02:15.91]Yet but one more degradation
[02:20.59]And they＇re treated like tramps while we sell them food stamps
[02:27.64]This thriving and prosperous nation
[02:33.00]And the rain falls and blows through their window
[02:39.11]And the snow falls and blows through their door
[02:45.23]And the seasons revolve mid their sounds of starvation
[02:51.66]When the tides rise they cover the floor
[02:59.21]And with roaches and rickets and rats in the thickets
[03:05.13]Infested diseased and decaying
[03:11.21]With rags and no shoes and skin sores that ooze
[03:17.32]By the poisonous pools they are playing
[03:23.38]In shacks of two rooms that are rotting wood tombs
[03:29.62]With corpses breathing inside them
[03:34.17]And we pity their plight as they call in the night
[03:40.93]And we do all that we can do to hide them
[03:50.48]And the rain falls and blows through their window
[03:54.92]And the snow falls in white drifts that fold
[04:01.16]And the tides rise with floods in the nursery
[04:07.21]And a child is crying he＇s hungry and cold
[04:13.26]His life has been sold his young face looks old
[04:18.88]It＇s the face of America dying
