歌曲 | Adios Hermanos |
歌手 | Paul Simon |
专辑 | The Paul Simon Collection: On My Way, Don't Know Where I'm Going |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Simon, Walcott | |
Sal | |
It was the morning of october 6th, 1960 | |
I was wearing my brown suit | |
Preparing to leave the house of d. | |
Shook some hands then adios brooklyn amigos | |
Maybe some of them had hopes of seeing me again | |
Some even said that my judge-judge gerald culkin- | |
Wouldn't play it by the book | |
Maybe let us off the hook | |
But, woh-oo-woh, i knew better. | |
Sal & salvador | |
Afraid to leave the projects | |
To cross into another neighborhood | |
Sal | |
The blancos and the nigger gangs | |
Well, they'd kill you if they could. | |
Aurea & women | |
Angel of mercy, people are suffering | |
All over the world | |
Spanish children are taught on their knees to believe | |
Angel of mercy, people are suffering | |
All over the island tonight, | |
Mothers weep | |
Sal & aurea | |
Sisters grieve. | |
Sal | |
Well, i entered the courtroom, state of new york | |
County of new york, just some spic | |
They scrubbed off the sidewalk | |
Guilty by my dress | |
Guilty in the press | |
Let the capeman burn for the murder | |
Well the 'spanish boys' had their day in court | |
And now it was time for some fuckin' law and order | |
The electric chair | |
For the greasy pair | |
Said the judge to the court reporter | |
Sal & salvador | |
Afraid to leave the projects | |
To cross into another neighborhood | |
Salvador | |
The newspapers and the t.v. crews | |
Well, they'd kill you if they could | |
Aurea & women | |
Angel of mercy, people are suffering | |
All over the world | |
A spanish boy could be killed every night of the week | |
Sal | |
But just let some white boy die | |
And the world goes crazy for blood-latin blood. | |
I don't lie when i speak. | |
Sal & salvador | |
Well they shackled my hands | |
Sal | |
A heavy belt around my waist to restrain me | |
Sal & salvador | |
And they shackled my legs | |
Sal | |
Hernandez, the 'umbrella man,' chained beside me | |
Then we rode that black maria | |
Through the streets of spanish harlem | |
Calling old friends on the corners | |
Sal & aurea | |
Just to lay our prayers upon them | |
Sal | |
Crying | |
Adios hermanos, adios | |
Sal & salvador | |
Adios hermanos, adios | |
Lead vocal-paul simon | |
Background vocal-briz | |
Background vocal-myrna gomila | |
Background vocal-karen bernod | |
Background vocal-renee connell-adams | |
Background vocal-dewayne snype | |
Background vocal-kia jeffries | |
Background vocal-ed vasquez | |
Background vocal-derrick james | |
Organ-oriente lopez | |
Background vocals recorded by roy halee |
zuo ci : Simon, Walcott | |
Sal | |
It was the morning of october 6th, 1960 | |
I was wearing my brown suit | |
Preparing to leave the house of d. | |
Shook some hands then adios brooklyn amigos | |
Maybe some of them had hopes of seeing me again | |
Some even said that my judgejudge gerald culkin | |
Wouldn' t play it by the book | |
Maybe let us off the hook | |
But, wohoowoh, i knew better. | |
Sal salvador | |
Afraid to leave the projects | |
To cross into another neighborhood | |
Sal | |
The blancos and the nigger gangs | |
Well, they' d kill you if they could. | |
Aurea women | |
Angel of mercy, people are suffering | |
All over the world | |
Spanish children are taught on their knees to believe | |
Angel of mercy, people are suffering | |
All over the island tonight, | |
Mothers weep | |
Sal aurea | |
Sisters grieve. | |
Sal | |
Well, i entered the courtroom, state of new york | |
County of new york, just some spic | |
They scrubbed off the sidewalk | |
Guilty by my dress | |
Guilty in the press | |
Let the capeman burn for the murder | |
Well the ' spanish boys' had their day in court | |
And now it was time for some fuckin' law and order | |
The electric chair | |
For the greasy pair | |
Said the judge to the court reporter | |
Sal salvador | |
Afraid to leave the projects | |
To cross into another neighborhood | |
Salvador | |
The newspapers and the t. v. crews | |
Well, they' d kill you if they could | |
Aurea women | |
Angel of mercy, people are suffering | |
All over the world | |
A spanish boy could be killed every night of the week | |
Sal | |
But just let some white boy die | |
And the world goes crazy for bloodlatin blood. | |
I don' t lie when i speak. | |
Sal salvador | |
Well they shackled my hands | |
Sal | |
A heavy belt around my waist to restrain me | |
Sal salvador | |
And they shackled my legs | |
Sal | |
Hernandez, the ' umbrella man,' chained beside me | |
Then we rode that black maria | |
Through the streets of spanish harlem | |
Calling old friends on the corners | |
Sal aurea | |
Just to lay our prayers upon them | |
Sal | |
Crying | |
Adios hermanos, adios | |
Sal salvador | |
Adios hermanos, adios | |
Lead vocalpaul simon | |
Background vocalbriz | |
Background vocalmyrna gomila | |
Background vocalkaren bernod | |
Background vocalrenee connelladams | |
Background vocaldewayne snype | |
Background vocalkia jeffries | |
Background vocaled vasquez | |
Background vocalderrick james | |
Organoriente lopez | |
Background vocals recorded by roy halee |
zuò cí : Simon, Walcott | |
Sal | |
It was the morning of october 6th, 1960 | |
I was wearing my brown suit | |
Preparing to leave the house of d. | |
Shook some hands then adios brooklyn amigos | |
Maybe some of them had hopes of seeing me again | |
Some even said that my judgejudge gerald culkin | |
Wouldn' t play it by the book | |
Maybe let us off the hook | |
But, wohoowoh, i knew better. | |
Sal salvador | |
Afraid to leave the projects | |
To cross into another neighborhood | |
Sal | |
The blancos and the nigger gangs | |
Well, they' d kill you if they could. | |
Aurea women | |
Angel of mercy, people are suffering | |
All over the world | |
Spanish children are taught on their knees to believe | |
Angel of mercy, people are suffering | |
All over the island tonight, | |
Mothers weep | |
Sal aurea | |
Sisters grieve. | |
Sal | |
Well, i entered the courtroom, state of new york | |
County of new york, just some spic | |
They scrubbed off the sidewalk | |
Guilty by my dress | |
Guilty in the press | |
Let the capeman burn for the murder | |
Well the ' spanish boys' had their day in court | |
And now it was time for some fuckin' law and order | |
The electric chair | |
For the greasy pair | |
Said the judge to the court reporter | |
Sal salvador | |
Afraid to leave the projects | |
To cross into another neighborhood | |
Salvador | |
The newspapers and the t. v. crews | |
Well, they' d kill you if they could | |
Aurea women | |
Angel of mercy, people are suffering | |
All over the world | |
A spanish boy could be killed every night of the week | |
Sal | |
But just let some white boy die | |
And the world goes crazy for bloodlatin blood. | |
I don' t lie when i speak. | |
Sal salvador | |
Well they shackled my hands | |
Sal | |
A heavy belt around my waist to restrain me | |
Sal salvador | |
And they shackled my legs | |
Sal | |
Hernandez, the ' umbrella man,' chained beside me | |
Then we rode that black maria | |
Through the streets of spanish harlem | |
Calling old friends on the corners | |
Sal aurea | |
Just to lay our prayers upon them | |
Sal | |
Crying | |
Adios hermanos, adios | |
Sal salvador | |
Adios hermanos, adios | |
Lead vocalpaul simon | |
Background vocalbriz | |
Background vocalmyrna gomila | |
Background vocalkaren bernod | |
Background vocalrenee connelladams | |
Background vocaldewayne snype | |
Background vocalkia jeffries | |
Background vocaled vasquez | |
Background vocalderrick james | |
Organoriente lopez | |
Background vocals recorded by roy halee |