歌曲 | Immigrant Eyes |
歌手 | Willie Nelson |
专辑 | Ride Me Back Home |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.000] | 作词 : Guy Clark/Roger Murrah |
[00:01.000] | 作曲 : Guy Clark/Roger Murrah |
[00:12.000] | Oh, Ellis Island was swarming |
[00:17.000] | Like a scene from a costume ball |
[00:23.000] | Decked out in the colors of Europe |
[00:27.000] | And on fire with the hope of it all |
[00:33.000] | There my father's own father stood huddled |
[00:38.000] | With the tired and hungry and scared |
[00:44.000] | Turn of the century pilgrims |
[00:49.000] | Bound by the dream that they shared |
[00:56.000] | They were standing in line just like cattle |
[01:02.000] | Poked and sorted and shoved |
[01:07.000] | Some were one desk away from sweet freedom |
[01:12.000] | Some were torn from someone they love |
[01:17.000] | Through this sprawling Tower of Babel |
[01:22.000] | Came a young man, confused and alone |
[01:28.000] | Determined and bound for America |
[01:33.000] | And carrying all that he owned |
[01:41.000] | Sometimes when I looked in my grandfather's immigrant eyes |
[01:48.000] | I saw that day reflected and I couldn't hold my feelings inside |
[01:56.000] | I saw started with nothing and working hard all of his life |
[02:04.000] | "So don't take it for granted," said grandfather's immigrant eyes |
[02:56.000] | He would rock and stare out the window |
[03:01.000] | But his eyes are still just as clear |
[03:07.000] | As the day he sailed through the Harbor |
[03:11.000] | And come ashore on that island of tears |
[03:17.000] | My grandfather's days were numbered |
[03:22.000] | But I won't let his memory die |
[03:27.000] | 'Cause he gave me the gift of this country |
[03:32.000] | And the look in his immigrant eyes |
[03:38.000] | Sometimes when I looked in my grandfather's immigrant eyes |
[03:45.000] | I saw that day reflected and couldn't hold my feelings inside |
[03:53.000] | I saw started with nothing and working hard all of his life |
[04:01.000] | "So don't take it for granted," said grandfather's immigrant eyes |
[04:12.000] | "Don't take it for granted," said grandfather's immigrant eyes |
[00:00.000] | zuo ci : Guy Clark Roger Murrah |
[00:01.000] | zuo qu : Guy Clark Roger Murrah |
[00:12.000] | Oh, Ellis Island was swarming |
[00:17.000] | Like a scene from a costume ball |
[00:23.000] | Decked out in the colors of Europe |
[00:27.000] | And on fire with the hope of it all |
[00:33.000] | There my father' s own father stood huddled |
[00:38.000] | With the tired and hungry and scared |
[00:44.000] | Turn of the century pilgrims |
[00:49.000] | Bound by the dream that they shared |
[00:56.000] | They were standing in line just like cattle |
[01:02.000] | Poked and sorted and shoved |
[01:07.000] | Some were one desk away from sweet freedom |
[01:12.000] | Some were torn from someone they love |
[01:17.000] | Through this sprawling Tower of Babel |
[01:22.000] | Came a young man, confused and alone |
[01:28.000] | Determined and bound for America |
[01:33.000] | And carrying all that he owned |
[01:41.000] | Sometimes when I looked in my grandfather' s immigrant eyes |
[01:48.000] | I saw that day reflected and I couldn' t hold my feelings inside |
[01:56.000] | I saw started with nothing and working hard all of his life |
[02:04.000] | " So don' t take it for granted," said grandfather' s immigrant eyes |
[02:56.000] | He would rock and stare out the window |
[03:01.000] | But his eyes are still just as clear |
[03:07.000] | As the day he sailed through the Harbor |
[03:11.000] | And come ashore on that island of tears |
[03:17.000] | My grandfather' s days were numbered |
[03:22.000] | But I won' t let his memory die |
[03:27.000] | ' Cause he gave me the gift of this country |
[03:32.000] | And the look in his immigrant eyes |
[03:38.000] | Sometimes when I looked in my grandfather' s immigrant eyes |
[03:45.000] | I saw that day reflected and couldn' t hold my feelings inside |
[03:53.000] | I saw started with nothing and working hard all of his life |
[04:01.000] | " So don' t take it for granted," said grandfather' s immigrant eyes |
[04:12.000] | " Don' t take it for granted," said grandfather' s immigrant eyes |
[00:00.000] | zuò cí : Guy Clark Roger Murrah |
[00:01.000] | zuò qǔ : Guy Clark Roger Murrah |
[00:12.000] | Oh, Ellis Island was swarming |
[00:17.000] | Like a scene from a costume ball |
[00:23.000] | Decked out in the colors of Europe |
[00:27.000] | And on fire with the hope of it all |
[00:33.000] | There my father' s own father stood huddled |
[00:38.000] | With the tired and hungry and scared |
[00:44.000] | Turn of the century pilgrims |
[00:49.000] | Bound by the dream that they shared |
[00:56.000] | They were standing in line just like cattle |
[01:02.000] | Poked and sorted and shoved |
[01:07.000] | Some were one desk away from sweet freedom |
[01:12.000] | Some were torn from someone they love |
[01:17.000] | Through this sprawling Tower of Babel |
[01:22.000] | Came a young man, confused and alone |
[01:28.000] | Determined and bound for America |
[01:33.000] | And carrying all that he owned |
[01:41.000] | Sometimes when I looked in my grandfather' s immigrant eyes |
[01:48.000] | I saw that day reflected and I couldn' t hold my feelings inside |
[01:56.000] | I saw started with nothing and working hard all of his life |
[02:04.000] | " So don' t take it for granted," said grandfather' s immigrant eyes |
[02:56.000] | He would rock and stare out the window |
[03:01.000] | But his eyes are still just as clear |
[03:07.000] | As the day he sailed through the Harbor |
[03:11.000] | And come ashore on that island of tears |
[03:17.000] | My grandfather' s days were numbered |
[03:22.000] | But I won' t let his memory die |
[03:27.000] | ' Cause he gave me the gift of this country |
[03:32.000] | And the look in his immigrant eyes |
[03:38.000] | Sometimes when I looked in my grandfather' s immigrant eyes |
[03:45.000] | I saw that day reflected and couldn' t hold my feelings inside |
[03:53.000] | I saw started with nothing and working hard all of his life |
[04:01.000] | " So don' t take it for granted," said grandfather' s immigrant eyes |
[04:12.000] | " Don' t take it for granted," said grandfather' s immigrant eyes |
[00:12.000] | 埃利斯岛挤满了人群 |
[00:17.000] | 宛若化装舞会的场景 |
[00:23.000] | 穿上欧洲的盛装 |
[00:27.000] | 希望一切如愿以偿 |
[00:33.000] | 我的祖父站在那里 缩成一团 |
[00:38.000] | 带着疲惫、饥饿与恐惧 |
[00:44.000] | 世纪之交的移民们 |
[00:49.000] | 被他们共同的梦想凝聚 |
[00:56.000] | 他们像牛一样排成行 |
[01:02.000] | 被分类挑选 |
[01:07.000] | 有些与自由甜蜜咫尺相隔 |
[01:12.000] | 有些与心爱之人生离死别 |
[01:17.000] | 穿过这个绵延的巴别塔 |
[01:22.000] | 一个年轻人 带着困惑与孤独 |
[01:28.000] | 决心前往美国 |
[01:33.000] | 带着他的所有东西 |
[01:41.000] | 有时我看着祖父的眼 那移民的眼 |
[01:48.000] | 我看到了那一天的倒影 |
[01:56.000] | 我看到了他一生努力工作 |
[02:04.000] | 没有什么是我理所应当 |
[02:56.000] | 祖父会坐在摇椅 盯着窗外 |
[03:01.000] | 他的眼睛依然如此清澈 |
[03:07.000] | 正如那天他驶过港口 |
[03:11.000] | 在泪水之岛上岸 |
[03:17.000] | 我祖父已时日无多 |
[03:22.000] | 但我不会让他的记忆消逝 |
[03:27.000] | 他给了我这个国家的礼物 |
[03:32.000] | 他移民的眼睛 |
[03:38.000] | 有时我看着祖父的眼 那移民的眼 |
[03:45.000] | 我看到了那一天的倒影 |
[03:53.000] | 我看到了他一生努力工作 |
[04:01.000] | 没有什么是我理所应当 |
[04:12.000] | 没有什么是我理所应当 |