歌曲 | The Road Is Lost |
歌手 | Tim Freedman |
歌手 | A Broken Silence |
专辑 | All for What |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.84] | A Broken Silence - The Road is Lost |
[00:24.09] | Can you picture a little boy,dragging wood down the lane? |
[00:30.79] | Grandma waiting for him brother,playing outside in the rain |
[00:36.79] | Each day we hear the score,Before not after shots of war |
[00:42.67] | And the road to him is love,but the love is never more |
[00:48.17] | Wishing it all to end,enraged by the slaughtering |
[00:50.55] | Thoughts explode like my head's a grenade and I draw the pin |
[00:53.47] | Talking to men with one choice to run off or defend |
[00:56.83] | Must punish to win,gotta let that gun off for ya kin |
[00:59.92] | Now only laws is,no laws at all once it begins |
[01:02.36] | From the smell of blood, violence is absorbed into the skin |
[01:05.43] | And the thoughts of kids caught should torture people to death |
[01:08.44] | Now freedom is with them, see if they morph and see any sense |
[01:11.80] | Can you picture a little boy,dragging wood down the lane? |
[01:17.87] | Grandma waiting for him brother,playing outside in the rain |
[01:24.87] | Each day we hear the score,Before not after shots of war |
[01:30.87] | And the road to him is love,but the love is never more |
[01:36.10] | Not all true pictures of war are drawn in the news |
[01:39.09] | So we painted a little more like George Gittoes do |
[01:41.50] | Jaded because we didn't hear them calls coming through |
[01:44.85] | How we'd savor our days,if we had to walk in them shoes |
[01:47.68] | Countries can't build without support for the youth |
[01:50.52] | They lost when their most important resources abused |
[01:53.36] | Forming our views,and not picking up on the cues |
[01:56.46] | Inner-city blues stop men from listening to the clues |
[02:00.03] | Voices on mute,and so we whisper this to you |
[02:02.97] | No time for school,many children be enlisted to be troops |
[02:05.58] | And we walk,thinking that the system got us screwed |
[02:08.72] | Like we taught,just to keep a short distance from the truth |
[02:11.72] | When scores are born only to be drifting to a noose |
[02:14.75] | When we can we'll be saying,Lord forgive,we never knew |
[02:17.60] | Gotta question why men,got their scriptures misconstrued |
[02:20.42] | And why spending on weapons and not assistance is the rule |
[02:23.44] | Can you picture a little boy,dragging wood down the lane? |
[02:30.79] | Grandma waiting for him brother,playing outside in the rain |
[02:36.90] | Each day we hear the score,Before not after shots of war |
[02:42.80] | And the road to him is love,but the love is never more |
[02:48.17] | |
[03:00.14] | We’re caught up in the visions that you’ve shown us |
[03:03.14] | And not the millions of innocents that been blown up |
[03:06.06] | Cold hearts disconnecting us from our own blood |
[03:09.15] | For their objectives it’s best that they blindfold us |
[03:12.22] | Can you picture a little boy,dragging wood down the lane? |
[03:18.83] | Grandma waiting for him brother,playing outside in the rain |
[03:24.69] | We’re caught up in the visions that you’ve shown us |
[03:27.15] | And not the millions of innocents that been blown up |
[03:30.20] | Cold hearts disconnecting us from our own blood |
[03:33.16] | For their objectives it’s best that they blindfold us |
[03:36.22] | Can you picture a little boy,dragging wood down the lane? |
[03:42.68] | Grandma waiting for him brother,playing outside in the rain |
[03:49.65] |
[00:00.84] | A Broken Silence The Road is Lost |
[00:24.09] | Can you picture a little boy, dragging wood down the lane? |
[00:30.79] | Grandma waiting for him brother, playing outside in the rain |
[00:36.79] | Each day we hear the score, Before not after shots of war |
[00:42.67] | And the road to him is love, but the love is never more |
[00:48.17] | Wishing it all to end, enraged by the slaughtering |
[00:50.55] | Thoughts explode like my head' s a grenade and I draw the pin |
[00:53.47] | Talking to men with one choice to run off or defend |
[00:56.83] | Must punish to win, gotta let that gun off for ya kin |
[00:59.92] | Now only laws is, no laws at all once it begins |
[01:02.36] | From the smell of blood, violence is absorbed into the skin |
[01:05.43] | And the thoughts of kids caught should torture people to death |
[01:08.44] | Now freedom is with them, see if they morph and see any sense |
[01:11.80] | Can you picture a little boy, dragging wood down the lane? |
[01:17.87] | Grandma waiting for him brother, playing outside in the rain |
[01:24.87] | Each day we hear the score, Before not after shots of war |
[01:30.87] | And the road to him is love, but the love is never more |
[01:36.10] | Not all true pictures of war are drawn in the news |
[01:39.09] | So we painted a little more like George Gittoes do |
[01:41.50] | Jaded because we didn' t hear them calls coming through |
[01:44.85] | How we' d savor our days, if we had to walk in them shoes |
[01:47.68] | Countries can' t build without support for the youth |
[01:50.52] | They lost when their most important resources abused |
[01:53.36] | Forming our views, and not picking up on the cues |
[01:56.46] | Innercity blues stop men from listening to the clues |
[02:00.03] | Voices on mute, and so we whisper this to you |
[02:02.97] | No time for school, many children be enlisted to be troops |
[02:05.58] | And we walk, thinking that the system got us screwed |
[02:08.72] | Like we taught, just to keep a short distance from the truth |
[02:11.72] | When scores are born only to be drifting to a noose |
[02:14.75] | When we can we' ll be saying, Lord forgive, we never knew |
[02:17.60] | Gotta question why men, got their scriptures misconstrued |
[02:20.42] | And why spending on weapons and not assistance is the rule |
[02:23.44] | Can you picture a little boy, dragging wood down the lane? |
[02:30.79] | Grandma waiting for him brother, playing outside in the rain |
[02:36.90] | Each day we hear the score, Before not after shots of war |
[02:42.80] | And the road to him is love, but the love is never more |
[02:48.17] | |
[03:00.14] | We' re caught up in the visions that you' ve shown us |
[03:03.14] | And not the millions of innocents that been blown up |
[03:06.06] | Cold hearts disconnecting us from our own blood |
[03:09.15] | For their objectives it' s best that they blindfold us |
[03:12.22] | Can you picture a little boy, dragging wood down the lane? |
[03:18.83] | Grandma waiting for him brother, playing outside in the rain |
[03:24.69] | We' re caught up in the visions that you' ve shown us |
[03:27.15] | And not the millions of innocents that been blown up |
[03:30.20] | Cold hearts disconnecting us from our own blood |
[03:33.16] | For their objectives it' s best that they blindfold us |
[03:36.22] | Can you picture a little boy, dragging wood down the lane? |
[03:42.68] | Grandma waiting for him brother, playing outside in the rain |
[03:49.65] |
[00:00.84] | A Broken Silence The Road is Lost |
[00:24.09] | Can you picture a little boy, dragging wood down the lane? |
[00:30.79] | Grandma waiting for him brother, playing outside in the rain |
[00:36.79] | Each day we hear the score, Before not after shots of war |
[00:42.67] | And the road to him is love, but the love is never more |
[00:48.17] | Wishing it all to end, enraged by the slaughtering |
[00:50.55] | Thoughts explode like my head' s a grenade and I draw the pin |
[00:53.47] | Talking to men with one choice to run off or defend |
[00:56.83] | Must punish to win, gotta let that gun off for ya kin |
[00:59.92] | Now only laws is, no laws at all once it begins |
[01:02.36] | From the smell of blood, violence is absorbed into the skin |
[01:05.43] | And the thoughts of kids caught should torture people to death |
[01:08.44] | Now freedom is with them, see if they morph and see any sense |
[01:11.80] | Can you picture a little boy, dragging wood down the lane? |
[01:17.87] | Grandma waiting for him brother, playing outside in the rain |
[01:24.87] | Each day we hear the score, Before not after shots of war |
[01:30.87] | And the road to him is love, but the love is never more |
[01:36.10] | Not all true pictures of war are drawn in the news |
[01:39.09] | So we painted a little more like George Gittoes do |
[01:41.50] | Jaded because we didn' t hear them calls coming through |
[01:44.85] | How we' d savor our days, if we had to walk in them shoes |
[01:47.68] | Countries can' t build without support for the youth |
[01:50.52] | They lost when their most important resources abused |
[01:53.36] | Forming our views, and not picking up on the cues |
[01:56.46] | Innercity blues stop men from listening to the clues |
[02:00.03] | Voices on mute, and so we whisper this to you |
[02:02.97] | No time for school, many children be enlisted to be troops |
[02:05.58] | And we walk, thinking that the system got us screwed |
[02:08.72] | Like we taught, just to keep a short distance from the truth |
[02:11.72] | When scores are born only to be drifting to a noose |
[02:14.75] | When we can we' ll be saying, Lord forgive, we never knew |
[02:17.60] | Gotta question why men, got their scriptures misconstrued |
[02:20.42] | And why spending on weapons and not assistance is the rule |
[02:23.44] | Can you picture a little boy, dragging wood down the lane? |
[02:30.79] | Grandma waiting for him brother, playing outside in the rain |
[02:36.90] | Each day we hear the score, Before not after shots of war |
[02:42.80] | And the road to him is love, but the love is never more |
[02:48.17] | |
[03:00.14] | We' re caught up in the visions that you' ve shown us |
[03:03.14] | And not the millions of innocents that been blown up |
[03:06.06] | Cold hearts disconnecting us from our own blood |
[03:09.15] | For their objectives it' s best that they blindfold us |
[03:12.22] | Can you picture a little boy, dragging wood down the lane? |
[03:18.83] | Grandma waiting for him brother, playing outside in the rain |
[03:24.69] | We' re caught up in the visions that you' ve shown us |
[03:27.15] | And not the millions of innocents that been blown up |
[03:30.20] | Cold hearts disconnecting us from our own blood |
[03:33.16] | For their objectives it' s best that they blindfold us |
[03:36.22] | Can you picture a little boy, dragging wood down the lane? |
[03:42.68] | Grandma waiting for him brother, playing outside in the rain |
[03:49.65] |
[00:00.84] | |
[00:24.09] | 你能想象出一个小男孩拖着木头在小路上独自前行的样子吗 |
[00:30.79] | 外婆等待着他那在雨中玩耍的兄弟 |
[00:36.79] | 每天我们都能听到战争的消息,不仅仅是在枪响之后 |
[00:42.67] | 这条路对他而言就是爱,但是爱永不再来 |
[00:48.17] | 被屠杀激怒,希望这一切都能终结 |
[00:50.55] | 信仰被推翻,脑袋像是手榴弹而我拉开了保险 |
[00:53.47] | 给他一个选择,是逃跑或是奋战 |
[00:56.83] | 被惩罚去赢得战争,刀枪入库,马放南山 |
[00:59.92] | 现在唯有法律,战争一旦开始法律便不复存在 |
[01:02.36] | 空气中弥漫着血腥气息,暴力深入了皮肤 |
[01:05.43] | 孩童的想法应该使人们被折磨至死 |
[01:08.44] | 现在他们获得了自由,如果他活到现在看到这些场景 |
[01:11.80] | 你能想象出一个小男孩拖着木头在小路上独自前行的样子吗 |
[01:17.87] | 外婆等待着他那在雨中玩耍的兄弟 |
[01:24.87] | 每天我们都能听到战争的消息,不仅仅是在枪响之后 |
[01:30.87] | 这条路对他而言就是爱,但是爱永不再来 |
[01:36.10] | 新闻里的战争图片并不完全真实 |
[01:39.09] | 我们描绘得更像乔治(电影导演)做得那样 |
[01:41.50] | 疲惫不堪的我们没有听到他们的消息传来 |
[01:44.85] | 当我们身处他境该如何自处 |
[01:47.68] | 少年强则国家强 |
[01:50.52] | 他们输了因为最重要资源被滥用 |
[01:53.36] | 在我们看来,不要熟读这些暗示 |
[01:56.46] | 内心的蓝天让这些人不再追寻线索 |
[02:00.03] | 无声呐喊,我们在你耳边低语 |
[02:02.97] | 没有时间上学,孩子都去了军队 |
[02:05.58] | 我们走在路上 想着这个国家就要走到镜头2 |
[02:08.72] | 像我们被教导的,保持与真相的距离就好了 |
[02:11.72] | 当胜利来领,就放任自己被绞死吧 |
[02:14.75] | 若我们还在便是传奇,却永远不能得到上帝的宽恕 |
[02:17.60] | 为何人们总是误解了圣经的指示 |
[02:20.42] | 为何经费都花在武器上却不援助他人成了一种习惯 |
[02:23.44] | 你能想象出一个小男孩拖着木头在小路上独自前行的样子吗 |
[02:30.79] | 外婆等待着他那在雨中玩耍的兄弟 |
[02:36.90] | 每天我们都能听到战争的消息,不仅仅是在枪响之后 |
[02:42.80] | 这条路对他而言就是爱,但是爱永不再来 |
[02:48.17] | ````回音```` |
[03:00.14] | 我们被你展示给我们的幻象所困 |
[03:03.14] | 没有成千上万的人们死去 |
[03:06.06] | 冰冷的心使我们的血液分离 |
[03:09.15] | 为了他们的目标最好蒙住我们的双眼 |
[03:12.22] | 你能想象出一个小男孩拖着木头在小路上独自前行的样子吗 |
[03:18.83] | 外婆等待着他那在雨中玩耍的兄弟 |
[03:24.69] | 我们被你展示给我们的幻象所困 |
[03:27.15] | 没有成千上万的人们死去 |
[03:30.20] | 冰冷的心使我们的血液分离 |
[03:33.16] | 为了他们的目标最好蒙住我们的双眼 |
[03:36.22] | 你能想象出一个小男孩拖着木头在小路上独自前行的样子吗 |
[03:42.68] | 外婆等待着他那在雨中玩耍的兄弟 |
[03:49.65] |