[ti:1913 Massacre]
[ar:Ramblin' Jack Elliot]
[al:Protest Songs - 50 Originals from the Great Depression]
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[00:00.00]1913 Massacre - Various Artists (欧美群星)
[00:02.52]Written by：Guthrie
[00:05.04]Take a trip with me in nineteen thirteen
[00:10.05]To calumet Michigan in the copper country
[00:15.16]I'll take you to place called Italian hall
[00:22.25]And the miners are having their big Christmas ball
[00:29.42]I'll take you in a door and up a high stairs
[00:34.72]Singing and dancing is heard everywhere
[00:39.49]I will let you shake hands with the people you see
[00:44.47]And watch the kids dance 'round the big Christmas tree
[00:52.12]There's talkin' and laughin' and songs in the air
[00:56.74]And the spirit of Christmas is there everywhere
[01:00.67]Before you know it you're friends with us all
[01:05.38]And you're dancing around and around in the hall
[01:11.16]You ask about work and you ask about pay
[01:15.76]They'll tell you they make less than a dollar a day
[01:19.88]Working the copper claims risking their lives
[01:24.17]So it's fun to spend Christmas with children and wives
[01:31.99]Hey a little girl sits down by the Christmas tree lights
[01:35.72]To play the piano so you gotta keep quiet
[01:38.95]To hear all this fun you had not realize
[01:43.68]That the copper boss thug men they are milling outside
[01:49.41]The copper boss thugs stuck their heads in the door
[01:53.16]One of them yelled and he screamed there's a fire
[01:57.65]A lady she hollered there's no such a thing
[02:01.80]Keep on with your party there's no such a thing
[02:08.05]A few people rushed and it's only a few
[02:11.76]It's just the thugs and the scabs fooling you
[02:15.42]A man grabbed his daughter and carried her down
[02:19.80]But the thugs held the door and he could not get out
[02:25.34]And then others followed a hundred or more
[02:29.72]Most everybody remained on the floor
[02:34.21]The gun thugs they laughed at their murderous joke
[02:39.58]And the children were smothered on the stair by the door
[02:45.96]Such a terrible sight I never did see
[02:50.52]We carried our children back up to their tree
[02:55.01]The scabs outside still laughed at their spree
[03:01.34]And the children that died there were seventy three
[03:12.67]Piano played a slow funeral tune
[03:16.84]And the town was lit up by a cold Christmas moon
[03:21.48]The parents they cried and the miners they moaned
[03:28.23]See what your greed for money has done