| Song | They Can't Take Away Our Music |
| Artist | Eric Burdon |
| Album | The Best of Eric Burdon & War |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Warner | |
| Oh, there?s one thing that I?m sure, | |
| It?s so proud and it?s so pure. | |
| And it comes from deep within, | |
| It?s got no hair it?s got no skin. | |
| As we travel far and near, | |
| We bring the world for you to hear. | |
| And the message that we bring, | |
| Is the light in the words we sing. | |
| And no matter how bad you feel, | |
| We got something, they can?t steal. | |
| No they can?t, no they can?t, no they can?t, | |
| Take away our music, no. | |
| No they can?t, no they can?t, no they can?t, | |
| Take away our music. | |
| In the ghetto, it gets cold, | |
| But we got something to warm our souls. | |
| Like the blanket of our faith, | |
| Keeps us covered when we shake. | |
| Though they take my brother?s life, | |
| And deny his given rights. | |
| Yes, the message will be heard, | |
| As the four winds spread the word. | |
| And our spirit, they can?t break, | |
| ?Cause we got power to communicate, yea. | |
| No they can?t, no they can?t, no they can?t, | |
| Take away our music, Lord. | |
| No they can?t, no they can?t, | |
| I say, they can?t take our music, music, little baby (unintelligible) | |
| But his message is my book, my book, is your book, is everybody?s book. Come on. | |
| Music is fine, music is alright, alright with me, yea. | |
| Come on, come on, sing it mom, sing it pop, sing it brother, sing it sister. | |
| Everybody, come on. Get up on your feet, now, and stomp your feet, clap your hands, come on. Oh. | |
| Sing it to your man, sing it to your woman, sing it to your baby, sing it to the sky, | |
| Sing to ev?, sing it to the ground, sing it to the earth, my, my, my, my, come on. | |
| They can?t take it away, they can?t take it away. Oooo. Come on, come on, come on. |
| zuo ci : Warner | |
| Oh, there? s one thing that I? m sure, | |
| It? s so proud and it? s so pure. | |
| And it comes from deep within, | |
| It? s got no hair it? s got no skin. | |
| As we travel far and near, | |
| We bring the world for you to hear. | |
| And the message that we bring, | |
| Is the light in the words we sing. | |
| And no matter how bad you feel, | |
| We got something, they can? t steal. | |
| No they can? t, no they can? t, no they can? t, | |
| Take away our music, no. | |
| No they can? t, no they can? t, no they can? t, | |
| Take away our music. | |
| In the ghetto, it gets cold, | |
| But we got something to warm our souls. | |
| Like the blanket of our faith, | |
| Keeps us covered when we shake. | |
| Though they take my brother? s life, | |
| And deny his given rights. | |
| Yes, the message will be heard, | |
| As the four winds spread the word. | |
| And our spirit, they can? t break, | |
| ? Cause we got power to communicate, yea. | |
| No they can? t, no they can? t, no they can? t, | |
| Take away our music, Lord. | |
| No they can? t, no they can? t, | |
| I say, they can? t take our music, music, little baby unintelligible | |
| But his message is my book, my book, is your book, is everybody? s book. Come on. | |
| Music is fine, music is alright, alright with me, yea. | |
| Come on, come on, sing it mom, sing it pop, sing it brother, sing it sister. | |
| Everybody, come on. Get up on your feet, now, and stomp your feet, clap your hands, come on. Oh. | |
| Sing it to your man, sing it to your woman, sing it to your baby, sing it to the sky, | |
| Sing to ev?, sing it to the ground, sing it to the earth, my, my, my, my, come on. | |
| They can? t take it away, they can? t take it away. Oooo. Come on, come on, come on. |
| zuò cí : Warner | |
| Oh, there? s one thing that I? m sure, | |
| It? s so proud and it? s so pure. | |
| And it comes from deep within, | |
| It? s got no hair it? s got no skin. | |
| As we travel far and near, | |
| We bring the world for you to hear. | |
| And the message that we bring, | |
| Is the light in the words we sing. | |
| And no matter how bad you feel, | |
| We got something, they can? t steal. | |
| No they can? t, no they can? t, no they can? t, | |
| Take away our music, no. | |
| No they can? t, no they can? t, no they can? t, | |
| Take away our music. | |
| In the ghetto, it gets cold, | |
| But we got something to warm our souls. | |
| Like the blanket of our faith, | |
| Keeps us covered when we shake. | |
| Though they take my brother? s life, | |
| And deny his given rights. | |
| Yes, the message will be heard, | |
| As the four winds spread the word. | |
| And our spirit, they can? t break, | |
| ? Cause we got power to communicate, yea. | |
| No they can? t, no they can? t, no they can? t, | |
| Take away our music, Lord. | |
| No they can? t, no they can? t, | |
| I say, they can? t take our music, music, little baby unintelligible | |
| But his message is my book, my book, is your book, is everybody? s book. Come on. | |
| Music is fine, music is alright, alright with me, yea. | |
| Come on, come on, sing it mom, sing it pop, sing it brother, sing it sister. | |
| Everybody, come on. Get up on your feet, now, and stomp your feet, clap your hands, come on. Oh. | |
| Sing it to your man, sing it to your woman, sing it to your baby, sing it to the sky, | |
| Sing to ev?, sing it to the ground, sing it to the earth, my, my, my, my, come on. | |
| They can? t take it away, they can? t take it away. Oooo. Come on, come on, come on. |