Talking Union

歌曲 Talking Union
歌手 Pete Seeger
专辑 Round And Round Hitler's Grave

歌词

If you want higher wages, let me tell you what to do;
You got to talk to the workers in the shop with you;
You got to build you a union, got to make it strong,
But if you all stick together, now, ‘twont he long.
You'll get shorter hours,
Better working conditions.
Vacations with pay,
Take your kids to the seashore.
It ain't quite this simple, so I better explain
Just why you got to ride on the union train;
‘Cause if you wait for the boss to raise your pay, We'll all be waiting till Judgment Day;
We'll all he buried - gone to Heaven -
Saint Peter'll be the straw boss then.
Now, you know you're underpaid, hut the boss says you ain't;
He speeds up the work till you're ‘bout to faint,
You may he down and out, but you ain't beaten,
Pass out a leaflet and call a meetin'
Talk it over - speak your mind -
Decide to do something about it.
‘Course, the boss may persuade some poor damn fool To go to your meeting and act like a stool;
But you can always tell a stool, though - that's a fact;
He's got a yellow streak running down his back;
He doesn't have to stool - he'll always make a good living
On what he takes out of blind men's cups.
You got a union now; you're sitting pretty;
Put some of the boys on the steering committee.
The boss won't listen when one man squawks.
But he's got to listen when the union talks.
He better -
He'll be mighty lonely one of these days.
Suppose they're working you so hard it's just outrageous,
They're paying you all starvation wages;
You go to the boss, and the boss would yell,
"Before I'd raise your pay I'd see you all in Hell." Well, he's puffing a big see-gar and feeling mighty slick,
He thinks he's got your union licked.
He looks out the window, and what does he see
But a thousand pickets, and they all agree
He's a bastard - unfair - slave driver -
Bet he beats his own wife.
Now, boy, you've come to the hardest time;
The boss will try to bust your picket line.
He'll call out the police, the National Guard;
They'll tell you it's a crime to have a union card.
They'll raid your meeting, hit you on the head.
Call every one of you a goddamn Red -
Unpatriotic - Moscow agents -
Bomb throwers, even the kids.
But out in Detroit here's what they found,
And out in Frisco here's what they found,
And out in Pittsburgh here's what they found,
And down in Bethlehem here's what they found,
That if you don't let Red-baiting break you up,
If you don't let stool pigeons break you up,
If you don't let vigilantes break you up,
And if you don't let race hatred break you up -
You'll win. What I mean,
Take it easy - but take it!

拼音

If you want higher wages, let me tell you what to do
You got to talk to the workers in the shop with you
You got to build you a union, got to make it strong,
But if you all stick together, now, ' twont he long.
You' ll get shorter hours,
Better working conditions.
Vacations with pay,
Take your kids to the seashore.
It ain' t quite this simple, so I better explain
Just why you got to ride on the union train
' Cause if you wait for the boss to raise your pay, We' ll all be waiting till Judgment Day
We' ll all he buried gone to Heaven
Saint Peter' ll be the straw boss then.
Now, you know you' re underpaid, hut the boss says you ain' t
He speeds up the work till you' re ' bout to faint,
You may he down and out, but you ain' t beaten,
Pass out a leaflet and call a meetin'
Talk it over speak your mind
Decide to do something about it.
' Course, the boss may persuade some poor damn fool To go to your meeting and act like a stool
But you can always tell a stool, though that' s a fact
He' s got a yellow streak running down his back
He doesn' t have to stool he' ll always make a good living
On what he takes out of blind men' s cups.
You got a union now you' re sitting pretty
Put some of the boys on the steering committee.
The boss won' t listen when one man squawks.
But he' s got to listen when the union talks.
He better
He' ll be mighty lonely one of these days.
Suppose they' re working you so hard it' s just outrageous,
They' re paying you all starvation wages
You go to the boss, and the boss would yell,
" Before I' d raise your pay I' d see you all in Hell." Well, he' s puffing a big seegar and feeling mighty slick,
He thinks he' s got your union licked.
He looks out the window, and what does he see
But a thousand pickets, and they all agree
He' s a bastard unfair slave driver
Bet he beats his own wife.
Now, boy, you' ve come to the hardest time
The boss will try to bust your picket line.
He' ll call out the police, the National Guard
They' ll tell you it' s a crime to have a union card.
They' ll raid your meeting, hit you on the head.
Call every one of you a goddamn Red
Unpatriotic Moscow agents
Bomb throwers, even the kids.
But out in Detroit here' s what they found,
And out in Frisco here' s what they found,
And out in Pittsburgh here' s what they found,
And down in Bethlehem here' s what they found,
That if you don' t let Redbaiting break you up,
If you don' t let stool pigeons break you up,
If you don' t let vigilantes break you up,
And if you don' t let race hatred break you up
You' ll win. What I mean,
Take it easy but take it!