| Song | Sins Of The Fathers |
| Artist | UB40 |
| Album | Who You Fighting For |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : UB Forty | |
| Once upon a time | |
| And not so long ago | |
| When things were much more simple | |
| And time would travel slow | |
| There came a righteous stranger | |
| With a bible in his hand | |
| To educate the sinners | |
| And liberate their land | |
| CHORUS | |
| The sins of the fathers | |
| Are visited from old | |
| In a never ending circle | |
| Of people bought & sold | |
| So the wretched of the earth | |
| Will huddle from the cold | |
| As the ship of fools goes sailing | |
| On an ocean black as gold | |
| So come & sit beside me | |
| And let my tale unfold | |
| Of a land of milk & honey | |
| Where the truth must not be told | |
| As men of rhyme & reason | |
| Let the devil take their soul | |
| For greed & fame & fortune | |
| And a river black as gold | |
| CHORUS | |
| And all the non-believers | |
| Were hiding from the light | |
| As a thousand burning crosses | |
| Were scattered in the night | |
| The thieves & the vagabonds | |
| Were sinking in the sand | |
| As the righteous lord & master | |
| Stretches out a helping hand | |
| CHORUS | |
| And those who had to suffer | |
| The sick, the young, the old | |
| Were sacrificed to fortune | |
| And left out in the cold | |
| So in this new arrangement | |
| The leaders sold their soul | |
| For bangles, beads & baubles | |
| And a river black as gold | |
| CHORUS |
| zuo ci : UB Forty | |
| Once upon a time | |
| And not so long ago | |
| When things were much more simple | |
| And time would travel slow | |
| There came a righteous stranger | |
| With a bible in his hand | |
| To educate the sinners | |
| And liberate their land | |
| CHORUS | |
| The sins of the fathers | |
| Are visited from old | |
| In a never ending circle | |
| Of people bought sold | |
| So the wretched of the earth | |
| Will huddle from the cold | |
| As the ship of fools goes sailing | |
| On an ocean black as gold | |
| So come sit beside me | |
| And let my tale unfold | |
| Of a land of milk honey | |
| Where the truth must not be told | |
| As men of rhyme reason | |
| Let the devil take their soul | |
| For greed fame fortune | |
| And a river black as gold | |
| CHORUS | |
| And all the nonbelievers | |
| Were hiding from the light | |
| As a thousand burning crosses | |
| Were scattered in the night | |
| The thieves the vagabonds | |
| Were sinking in the sand | |
| As the righteous lord master | |
| Stretches out a helping hand | |
| CHORUS | |
| And those who had to suffer | |
| The sick, the young, the old | |
| Were sacrificed to fortune | |
| And left out in the cold | |
| So in this new arrangement | |
| The leaders sold their soul | |
| For bangles, beads baubles | |
| And a river black as gold | |
| CHORUS |
| zuò cí : UB Forty | |
| Once upon a time | |
| And not so long ago | |
| When things were much more simple | |
| And time would travel slow | |
| There came a righteous stranger | |
| With a bible in his hand | |
| To educate the sinners | |
| And liberate their land | |
| CHORUS | |
| The sins of the fathers | |
| Are visited from old | |
| In a never ending circle | |
| Of people bought sold | |
| So the wretched of the earth | |
| Will huddle from the cold | |
| As the ship of fools goes sailing | |
| On an ocean black as gold | |
| So come sit beside me | |
| And let my tale unfold | |
| Of a land of milk honey | |
| Where the truth must not be told | |
| As men of rhyme reason | |
| Let the devil take their soul | |
| For greed fame fortune | |
| And a river black as gold | |
| CHORUS | |
| And all the nonbelievers | |
| Were hiding from the light | |
| As a thousand burning crosses | |
| Were scattered in the night | |
| The thieves the vagabonds | |
| Were sinking in the sand | |
| As the righteous lord master | |
| Stretches out a helping hand | |
| CHORUS | |
| And those who had to suffer | |
| The sick, the young, the old | |
| Were sacrificed to fortune | |
| And left out in the cold | |
| So in this new arrangement | |
| The leaders sold their soul | |
| For bangles, beads baubles | |
| And a river black as gold | |
| CHORUS |