Three Miles Down Lyrics

	作词 : Scott-Heron
	Here come the mine cars; it'sdamn near dawn.
	Another shift of men, some of my friends, comin' on.
	Hard to imagine workin' in the mines;
	Coal dust in your lungs, on your skin and on your mind.
	I've listened to the speeches, but it occours to me politicians just don't understand; the thoughts of isolation, ain't no sunshine underground.
	It's like workin' in a graveyard three miles down.
	Damn near a legend as old as the mines: things that happen in the pits just don't change with the times.
	Work 'till you're exhausted in too little spacwe. a history of desastrous fears etched on your face.
	Somebody signs a paper, ev'ry body thinks it's fine, but
	Taft and Hartley ain't done one day in the mines.
	You start to stiffen!
	You heard a crackin' sound!
	It's like workin' in a graveyard three miles down.

	zuo ci : ScottHeron
	Here come the mine cars it' sdamn near dawn.
	Another shift of men, some of my friends, comin' on.
	Hard to imagine workin' in the mines
	Coal dust in your lungs, on your skin and on your mind.
	I' ve listened to the speeches, but it occours to me politicians just don' t understand the thoughts of isolation, ain' t no sunshine underground.
	It' s like workin' in a graveyard three miles down.
	Damn near a legend as old as the mines: things that happen in the pits just don' t change with the times.
	Work ' till you' re exhausted in too little spacwe. a history of desastrous fears etched on your face.
	Somebody signs a paper, ev' ry body thinks it' s fine, but
	Taft and Hartley ain' t done one day in the mines.
	You start to stiffen!
	You heard a crackin' sound!
	It' s like workin' in a graveyard three miles down.

	zuò cí : ScottHeron
	Here come the mine cars it' sdamn near dawn.
	Another shift of men, some of my friends, comin' on.
	Hard to imagine workin' in the mines
	Coal dust in your lungs, on your skin and on your mind.
	I' ve listened to the speeches, but it occours to me politicians just don' t understand the thoughts of isolation, ain' t no sunshine underground.
	It' s like workin' in a graveyard three miles down.
	Damn near a legend as old as the mines: things that happen in the pits just don' t change with the times.
	Work ' till you' re exhausted in too little spacwe. a history of desastrous fears etched on your face.
	Somebody signs a paper, ev' ry body thinks it' s fine, but
	Taft and Hartley ain' t done one day in the mines.
	You start to stiffen!
	You heard a crackin' sound!
	It' s like workin' in a graveyard three miles down.

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