Gung Ho Lyrics

Song	Gung Ho
Artist	Patti Smith
Album	Gung Ho
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	作词 : Daugherty, Kaye, Ray, Shanahan ...
	On a field of red one gold star
	Raised above his head
	Raised above his head
	He was not like any other
	He was just like any other
	And the song they bled
	Was a hymn to him
	Awake my little one
	The seed of revolution
	Sewn in the sleeve
	Of cloth humbly worn
	Where others are adorned
	Above the northern plain
	The great birds fly
	With great wings
	Over the paddy fields
	And the people kneel
	And the men they toil
	Yet not for their own
	And the children are hungry
	And the wheel groans
	There before a grass hut
	A young boy stood
	His mother lay dead
	His sisters cried for bread
	And within his young heart
	The seed of revolution sewn
	In cloth humbly worn
	While others are adorned
	And he grew into a man
	Not like any other
	Just like any other
	One small man
	A beard the color of rice
	A face the color of tea
	Who shared the misery
	Of other men in chains
	With shackles on his feet
	Escaped the guillotine
	Who fought against
	Colonialism imperialism
	Who remained awake
	While others slept
	Who penned like jefferson
	Let independence ring
	And the cart of justice turns
	Slow and bitterly
	And the people were crying
	Plant that seed that seed
	And they crawled on their bellies
	Beneath the giant beast
	And filled the carts with bodies
	Where once had been their crops
	And the great birds swarm
	Spread their wings overhead
	And his mother dead
	And the typhoons and the rain
	The jungles in flames
	And the orange sun
	None could be more beautiful
	Than vietnam
	Nothing was more beautiful
	Than vietnam
	And his heart stopped beating
	And the wheel kept turning
	And the words he bled
	Were a hymn to them
	I have served the whole people
	I have served my whole country
	And as I leave this world
	May you suffer union
	And my great affection
	Limitless as sky
	Filled with golden stars
	The question is raised
	Raised above his head
	Was he of his word
	Was he a good man
	For his image fills the southern heart
	With none but bitterness
	And the people keep crying
	And the men keep dying
	And it's so beautiful
	So beautiful
	Give me one more turn
	Give me one more turn
	One more turn of the wheel
	One more revolution
	One more turn of the wheel

	zuo ci : Daugherty, Kaye, Ray, Shanahan ...
	On a field of red one gold star
	Raised above his head
	Raised above his head
	He was not like any other
	He was just like any other
	And the song they bled
	Was a hymn to him
	Awake my little one
	The seed of revolution
	Sewn in the sleeve
	Of cloth humbly worn
	Where others are adorned
	Above the northern plain
	The great birds fly
	With great wings
	Over the paddy fields
	And the people kneel
	And the men they toil
	Yet not for their own
	And the children are hungry
	And the wheel groans
	There before a grass hut
	A young boy stood
	His mother lay dead
	His sisters cried for bread
	And within his young heart
	The seed of revolution sewn
	In cloth humbly worn
	While others are adorned
	And he grew into a man
	Not like any other
	Just like any other
	One small man
	A beard the color of rice
	A face the color of tea
	Who shared the misery
	Of other men in chains
	With shackles on his feet
	Escaped the guillotine
	Who fought against
	Colonialism imperialism
	Who remained awake
	While others slept
	Who penned like jefferson
	Let independence ring
	And the cart of justice turns
	Slow and bitterly
	And the people were crying
	Plant that seed that seed
	And they crawled on their bellies
	Beneath the giant beast
	And filled the carts with bodies
	Where once had been their crops
	And the great birds swarm
	Spread their wings overhead
	And his mother dead
	And the typhoons and the rain
	The jungles in flames
	And the orange sun
	None could be more beautiful
	Than vietnam
	Nothing was more beautiful
	Than vietnam
	And his heart stopped beating
	And the wheel kept turning
	And the words he bled
	Were a hymn to them
	I have served the whole people
	I have served my whole country
	And as I leave this world
	May you suffer union
	And my great affection
	Limitless as sky
	Filled with golden stars
	The question is raised
	Raised above his head
	Was he of his word
	Was he a good man
	For his image fills the southern heart
	With none but bitterness
	And the people keep crying
	And the men keep dying
	And it' s so beautiful
	So beautiful
	Give me one more turn
	Give me one more turn
	One more turn of the wheel
	One more revolution
	One more turn of the wheel

	zuò cí : Daugherty, Kaye, Ray, Shanahan ...
	On a field of red one gold star
	Raised above his head
	Raised above his head
	He was not like any other
	He was just like any other
	And the song they bled
	Was a hymn to him
	Awake my little one
	The seed of revolution
	Sewn in the sleeve
	Of cloth humbly worn
	Where others are adorned
	Above the northern plain
	The great birds fly
	With great wings
	Over the paddy fields
	And the people kneel
	And the men they toil
	Yet not for their own
	And the children are hungry
	And the wheel groans
	There before a grass hut
	A young boy stood
	His mother lay dead
	His sisters cried for bread
	And within his young heart
	The seed of revolution sewn
	In cloth humbly worn
	While others are adorned
	And he grew into a man
	Not like any other
	Just like any other
	One small man
	A beard the color of rice
	A face the color of tea
	Who shared the misery
	Of other men in chains
	With shackles on his feet
	Escaped the guillotine
	Who fought against
	Colonialism imperialism
	Who remained awake
	While others slept
	Who penned like jefferson
	Let independence ring
	And the cart of justice turns
	Slow and bitterly
	And the people were crying
	Plant that seed that seed
	And they crawled on their bellies
	Beneath the giant beast
	And filled the carts with bodies
	Where once had been their crops
	And the great birds swarm
	Spread their wings overhead
	And his mother dead
	And the typhoons and the rain
	The jungles in flames
	And the orange sun
	None could be more beautiful
	Than vietnam
	Nothing was more beautiful
	Than vietnam
	And his heart stopped beating
	And the wheel kept turning
	And the words he bled
	Were a hymn to them
	I have served the whole people
	I have served my whole country
	And as I leave this world
	May you suffer union
	And my great affection
	Limitless as sky
	Filled with golden stars
	The question is raised
	Raised above his head
	Was he of his word
	Was he a good man
	For his image fills the southern heart
	With none but bitterness
	And the people keep crying
	And the men keep dying
	And it' s so beautiful
	So beautiful
	Give me one more turn
	Give me one more turn
	One more turn of the wheel
	One more revolution
	One more turn of the wheel

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