Grapes Of Wrath

	作词 : Adams, Brown, Hinkler, Hussey
	The sweat upon his brow and the dirt worked into his hands
	The dignity of labour upon a man's own land
	The soil of his fathers passes on down through blood to
	hand
	A man's right of birth to reap the harvest from his land
	The breaking of his back to keep his dream alive
	To work the change of season his instinct to survive
	The planting of his seed and to see his harvest grow
	Gives a pride to a man to reap the harvest that he sows
	The land of the free, home of the brave
	The heartland of pioneers, the heritage of flesh and blood
	And along come the winds that blow through the land
	With a price to pay for the working man
	Money talks and changes hands
	And money reaps the harvest money demands
	The grapes of wrath
	The can take away his freedom they can beat him into the
	dust
	They can burn his home, run him from his land, and leave
	him out to gather rust
	But they can't take away his faith and his honesty and
	pride and the knowledge that he holds inside
	One day they'll reap the harvest
	The grapes of wrath
	There's hope in a man that nothing can destroy
	A man will endure anything for the dream that he holds
	dear
	And there's pride in a man who knows the truth
	His faith in the earth he toils for
	His honesty for the air he breathes
	The truth of the harvest they will reap
	The grapes of wrath

	zuò cí : Adams, Brown, Hinkler, Hussey
	The sweat upon his brow and the dirt worked into his hands
	The dignity of labour upon a man' s own land
	The soil of his fathers passes on down through blood to
	hand
	A man' s right of birth to reap the harvest from his land
	The breaking of his back to keep his dream alive
	To work the change of season his instinct to survive
	The planting of his seed and to see his harvest grow
	Gives a pride to a man to reap the harvest that he sows
	The land of the free, home of the brave
	The heartland of pioneers, the heritage of flesh and blood
	And along come the winds that blow through the land
	With a price to pay for the working man
	Money talks and changes hands
	And money reaps the harvest money demands
	The grapes of wrath
	The can take away his freedom they can beat him into the
	dust
	They can burn his home, run him from his land, and leave
	him out to gather rust
	But they can' t take away his faith and his honesty and
	pride and the knowledge that he holds inside
	One day they' ll reap the harvest
	The grapes of wrath
	There' s hope in a man that nothing can destroy
	A man will endure anything for the dream that he holds
	dear
	And there' s pride in a man who knows the truth
	His faith in the earth he toils for
	His honesty for the air he breathes
	The truth of the harvest they will reap
	The grapes of wrath