| Song | Black Day In July |
| Artist | Gordon Lightfoot |
| Album | United Artists Collection, The |
| 作词 : Lightfoot | |
| Black day in july | |
| Motor city madness has touched the countryside | |
| And through the smoke and cinders | |
| You can hear it far and wide | |
| The doors are quickly bolted | |
| And the children locked inside | |
| Black day in july | |
| Black day in july | |
| And the soul of motor city is bared across the land | |
| As the book of law and order is taken in the hands | |
| Of the sons of the fathers who were carried to this land | |
| Black day in july | |
| Black day in july | |
| In the streets of motor city is a deadly silent sound | |
| And the body of a dead youth lies stretched upon the ground | |
| Upon the filthy pavement | |
| No reason can be found | |
| Black day in july | |
| Black day in july | |
| Motor city madness has touched the countryside | |
| And the people rise in anger | |
| And the streets begin to fill | |
| And there's gunfire from the rooftops | |
| And the blood begins to spill | |
| Black day in july | |
| In the mansion of the governor | |
| There's nothing that is known for sure | |
| The telephone is ringing | |
| And the pendulum is swinging | |
| And they wonder how it happened | |
| And they really know the reason | |
| And it wasn't just the temperature | |
| And it wasn't just the season | |
| Black day in july | |
| Black day in july | |
| Motor city's burning and the flames are running wild | |
| They reflect upon the waters of the river and the lake | |
| And everyone is listening | |
| And everyone's awake | |
| Black day in july | |
| Black day in july | |
| The printing press is turning | |
| And the news is quickly flashed | |
| And you read your morning paper | |
| And you sip your cup of tea | |
| And you wonder just in passing | |
| Is it him or is it me | |
| Black day in july | |
| In the office of the president | |
| The deed is done the troops are sent | |
| There's really not much choice you see | |
| It looks to us like anarchy | |
| And then the tanks go rolling in | |
| To patch things up as best they can | |
| There is no time to hesitate | |
| The speech is made the dues can wait | |
| Black day in july | |
| Black day in july | |
| The streets of motor city now are quiet and serene | |
| But the shapes of gutted buildings | |
| Strike terror to the heart | |
| And you say how did it happen | |
| And you say how did it start | |
| Why can't we all be brothers | |
| Why can't we live in peace | |
| But the hands of the have-nots | |
| Keep falling out of reach | |
| Black day in july | |
| Black day in july | |
| Motor city madness has touched the countryside | |
| And through the smoke and cinders | |
| You can hear it far and wide | |
| The doors are quickly bolted | |
| And the children locked inside |
| zuò cí : Lightfoot | |
| Black day in july | |
| Motor city madness has touched the countryside | |
| And through the smoke and cinders | |
| You can hear it far and wide | |
| The doors are quickly bolted | |
| And the children locked inside | |
| Black day in july | |
| Black day in july | |
| And the soul of motor city is bared across the land | |
| As the book of law and order is taken in the hands | |
| Of the sons of the fathers who were carried to this land | |
| Black day in july | |
| Black day in july | |
| In the streets of motor city is a deadly silent sound | |
| And the body of a dead youth lies stretched upon the ground | |
| Upon the filthy pavement | |
| No reason can be found | |
| Black day in july | |
| Black day in july | |
| Motor city madness has touched the countryside | |
| And the people rise in anger | |
| And the streets begin to fill | |
| And there' s gunfire from the rooftops | |
| And the blood begins to spill | |
| Black day in july | |
| In the mansion of the governor | |
| There' s nothing that is known for sure | |
| The telephone is ringing | |
| And the pendulum is swinging | |
| And they wonder how it happened | |
| And they really know the reason | |
| And it wasn' t just the temperature | |
| And it wasn' t just the season | |
| Black day in july | |
| Black day in july | |
| Motor city' s burning and the flames are running wild | |
| They reflect upon the waters of the river and the lake | |
| And everyone is listening | |
| And everyone' s awake | |
| Black day in july | |
| Black day in july | |
| The printing press is turning | |
| And the news is quickly flashed | |
| And you read your morning paper | |
| And you sip your cup of tea | |
| And you wonder just in passing | |
| Is it him or is it me | |
| Black day in july | |
| In the office of the president | |
| The deed is done the troops are sent | |
| There' s really not much choice you see | |
| It looks to us like anarchy | |
| And then the tanks go rolling in | |
| To patch things up as best they can | |
| There is no time to hesitate | |
| The speech is made the dues can wait | |
| Black day in july | |
| Black day in july | |
| The streets of motor city now are quiet and serene | |
| But the shapes of gutted buildings | |
| Strike terror to the heart | |
| And you say how did it happen | |
| And you say how did it start | |
| Why can' t we all be brothers | |
| Why can' t we live in peace | |
| But the hands of the havenots | |
| Keep falling out of reach | |
| Black day in july | |
| Black day in july | |
| Motor city madness has touched the countryside | |
| And through the smoke and cinders | |
| You can hear it far and wide | |
| The doors are quickly bolted | |
| And the children locked inside |