| Song | Disposable Heroes |
| Artist | Metallica |
| Album | Rosklide, DNK |
| [al:Master of puppets] | |
| [00:00.00] | 作曲 : James Hetfield/Lars Ulrich/Kirk Hammett |
| [00:01.00] | 作词 : James Hetfield |
| [01:43.829] | Bodies fill the fields I see, hungry heroes end |
| [01:49.109] | No one to play soldier now, no one to pretend |
| [01:54.349] | Running blind through killing fields, bred to kill them all |
| [01:59.769] | Victim of what said should be |
| [02:02.539] | Aservant `til I fall |
| [02:04.699] | |
| [02:05.149] | Soldier boy, made of clay |
| [02:07.779] | Now an empty shell |
| [02:09.810] | Twenty one, only son |
| [02:12.440] | But he served us well |
| [02:14.550] | Bred to kill, not to care |
| [02:17.240] | Just do as we say |
| [02:19.280] | Finished here, Greeting Death |
| [02:21.980] | Hes yours to take away |
| [02:24.610] | |
| [02:40.370] | Back to the front |
| [02:41.650] | You will do what I say, when I say |
| [02:45.490] | Back to the front |
| [02:47.80] | You will die when I say, you must die |
| [02:50.630] | Back to the front |
| [02:52.60] | You coward , you servant, you blindman |
| [02:57.220] | |
| [02:57.450] | Barking of machinegun fire, does nothing to me now |
| [03:02.850] | Sounding of the clock that ticks, get used to it somehow |
| [03:08.210] | More a man, more stripes you bare, glory seeker trends |
| [03:13.470] | Bodies fill the fields I see |
| [03:16.140] | The slaughter never ends |
| [03:18.200] | |
| [03:18.880] | Soldier boy, made of clay |
| [03:21.560] | Now an empty shell |
| [03:23.580] | Twenty one, only son |
| [03:26.290] | But he served us well |
| [03:28.280] | Bred to kill, not to care |
| [03:30.970] | Just do as we say |
| [03:33.0] | Finished here, Greeting Death |
| [03:35.740] | Hes yours to take away |
| [03:38.50] | |
| [03:54.90] | Back to the front |
| [03:55.360] | You will do what I say, when I say |
| [03:59.300] | Back to the front |
| [04:01.30] | You will die when I say, you must die |
| [04:04.360] | Back to the front |
| [04:05.910] | You coward, you servant, you blindman |
| [04:10.240] | |
| [04:22.560] | Why, Am I dying? |
| [04:25.50] | Kill, have no fear |
| [04:27.650] | Lie, live off lying |
| [04:30.90] | Hell, Hell is here |
| [04:33.790] | |
| [05:40.50] | Why, Am I dying? |
| [05:42.530] | Kill, have no fear |
| [05:44.900] | Lie, live off lying |
| [05:47.400] | Hell, Hell is here |
| [05:51.390] | I was born for dying |
| [05:57.350] | |
| [06:07.200] | Life planned out before my birth, nothing could I say |
| [06:12.620] | Had no chance to see myself, molded day by day |
| [06:17.990] | Looking back I realize, nothing have I done |
| [06:23.430] | Left to die with only friend |
| [06:26.220] | Alone I clench my gun |
| [06:28.200] | |
| [06:28.930] | Soldier boy, made of clay |
| [06:31.540] | Now an empty shell |
| [06:33.610] | Twenty one, only son |
| [06:36.260] | But he served us well |
| [06:38.600] | Bred to kill, not to care |
| [06:41.150] | Just do as we say |
| [06:43.180] | Finished here, Greeting Death |
| [06:46.0] | Hes yours to take away |
| [06:49.350] | |
| [07:06.210] | Back to the front |
| [07:07.550] | You will do what I say, when I say |
| [07:11.440] | Back to the front |
| [07:13.90] | You will die when I say, you must die |
| [07:16.570] | Back to the front |
| [07:18.480] | You coward, you servant, you blindman |
| [07:22.30] | Back to the front |
| [07:27.450] | Back to the front |
| [07:32.630] | Back to the front |
| [07:37.830] | Back to the front |
| [07:42.950] | Back to the front |
| [07:45.150] |
| al: Master of puppets | |
| [00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : James Hetfield Lars Ulrich Kirk Hammett |
| [00:01.00] | zuò cí : James Hetfield |
| [01:43.829] | Bodies fill the fields I see, hungry heroes end |
| [01:49.109] | No one to play soldier now, no one to pretend |
| [01:54.349] | Running blind through killing fields, bred to kill them all |
| [01:59.769] | Victim of what said should be |
| [02:02.539] | Aservant til I fall |
| [02:04.699] | |
| [02:05.149] | Soldier boy, made of clay |
| [02:07.779] | Now an empty shell |
| [02:09.810] | Twenty one, only son |
| [02:12.440] | But he served us well |
| [02:14.550] | Bred to kill, not to care |
| [02:17.240] | Just do as we say |
| [02:19.280] | Finished here, Greeting Death |
| [02:21.980] | Hes yours to take away |
| [02:24.610] | |
| [02:40.370] | Back to the front |
| [02:41.650] | You will do what I say, when I say |
| [02:45.490] | Back to the front |
| [02:47.80] | You will die when I say, you must die |
| [02:50.630] | Back to the front |
| [02:52.60] | You coward , you servant, you blindman |
| [02:57.220] | |
| [02:57.450] | Barking of machinegun fire, does nothing to me now |
| [03:02.850] | Sounding of the clock that ticks, get used to it somehow |
| [03:08.210] | More a man, more stripes you bare, glory seeker trends |
| [03:13.470] | Bodies fill the fields I see |
| [03:16.140] | The slaughter never ends |
| [03:18.200] | |
| [03:18.880] | Soldier boy, made of clay |
| [03:21.560] | Now an empty shell |
| [03:23.580] | Twenty one, only son |
| [03:26.290] | But he served us well |
| [03:28.280] | Bred to kill, not to care |
| [03:30.970] | Just do as we say |
| [03:33.0] | Finished here, Greeting Death |
| [03:35.740] | Hes yours to take away |
| [03:38.50] | |
| [03:54.90] | Back to the front |
| [03:55.360] | You will do what I say, when I say |
| [03:59.300] | Back to the front |
| [04:01.30] | You will die when I say, you must die |
| [04:04.360] | Back to the front |
| [04:05.910] | You coward, you servant, you blindman |
| [04:10.240] | |
| [04:22.560] | Why, Am I dying? |
| [04:25.50] | Kill, have no fear |
| [04:27.650] | Lie, live off lying |
| [04:30.90] | Hell, Hell is here |
| [04:33.790] | |
| [05:40.50] | Why, Am I dying? |
| [05:42.530] | Kill, have no fear |
| [05:44.900] | Lie, live off lying |
| [05:47.400] | Hell, Hell is here |
| [05:51.390] | I was born for dying |
| [05:57.350] | |
| [06:07.200] | Life planned out before my birth, nothing could I say |
| [06:12.620] | Had no chance to see myself, molded day by day |
| [06:17.990] | Looking back I realize, nothing have I done |
| [06:23.430] | Left to die with only friend |
| [06:26.220] | Alone I clench my gun |
| [06:28.200] | |
| [06:28.930] | Soldier boy, made of clay |
| [06:31.540] | Now an empty shell |
| [06:33.610] | Twenty one, only son |
| [06:36.260] | But he served us well |
| [06:38.600] | Bred to kill, not to care |
| [06:41.150] | Just do as we say |
| [06:43.180] | Finished here, Greeting Death |
| [06:46.0] | Hes yours to take away |
| [06:49.350] | |
| [07:06.210] | Back to the front |
| [07:07.550] | You will do what I say, when I say |
| [07:11.440] | Back to the front |
| [07:13.90] | You will die when I say, you must die |
| [07:16.570] | Back to the front |
| [07:18.480] | You coward, you servant, you blindman |
| [07:22.30] | Back to the front |
| [07:27.450] | Back to the front |
| [07:32.630] | Back to the front |
| [07:37.830] | Back to the front |
| [07:42.950] | Back to the front |
| [07:45.150] |