Homeless Brother

歌曲 Homeless Brother
歌手 Don McLean
专辑 Homeless Brother

歌词

[00:00.00] 作曲 : McLean
[00:00.00] I was walking by the graveyard,
[00:04.47] late last Friday night,
[00:07.70] I heard somebody yelling, it sounded like a fight.
[00:13.10] It was just a drunken hobo dancing circles in the night,
[00:18.79] Pouring whiskey on the headstones in the blue moonlight.
[00:26.15] So often haveI wondered where these homeless brothers go,
[00:32.22] Down in some hidden valley were their sorrows cannot show,
[00:37.86] Where the police cannot find them, where the wanted men can go.
[00:43.75] There's freedom when your walking, even though you're walking slow.
[00:50.69] Smash your bottle on a gravestone and live while you can,
[00:56.79] that homeless brother is my friend.
[01:02.89] It's hard to be a pack rat, it's hard to be a 'bo,
[01:08.69] but living's so much harder where the heartless people go.
[01:14.33] Somewhere the dogs are barking and the children seem to know
[01:20.60] That Jesus on the highway was a lost hobo.
[01:27.39] And they hear the holy silence of the temples in the hill,
[01:33.59] And they see the ragged tatters as another kind of thrill.
[01:39.51] And they envy him the sunshine and they pity him the chill,
[01:45.37] And they're sad to do their living for some other kind of thrill.
[01:52.57] Smash your bottle on a gravestone and live while you can,
[01:58.81] that homeless brother is my friend.
[02:04.53] Somewhere there was a woman, somewhere there was a child,
[02:08.70] Somewhere there was a cottage where the marigolds grew wild.
[02:16.80] But some where's just like nowhere when you leave it for a while,
[02:22.44] You'll find the broken-hearted when you're travelling jungle-style.
[02:29.27] Down the bowels of a broken land where numbers live like men,
[02:35.68] Where those who keep their senses have them taken back again,
[02:40.95] Where the night stick cracks with crazy rage, where madmen don't pretend,
[02:47.95] Where wealth has no beginning and poverty no end.
[02:54.30] Smash your bottle on a gravestone and live while you can,
[03:00.70] that homeless brother is my friend.
[03:06.42] The ghosts of highway royalty have vanished in the night,
[03:12.53] The Whitman wanderer walking toward a glowing inner light.
[03:18.22] The children have grown older and the cops have gripped us tight,
[03:24.43] There's no spot round the melting pot for free men in their flight.
[03:31.31] And you who leave on promises and prosper as you please,
[03:38.14] The victim of your riches often dies of your disease,
[03:43.69] He can't hear the factory whistle, just the lonesome freight train's wheeze,
[03:50.19] He's living on good fortune, he ain't dying on his knees.
[03:56.46] Smash your bottle on a gravestone and live while you can,
[04:02.99] that homeless brother is my friend.
[04:08.58] That homeless brother is my friend.

拼音

[00:00.00] zuò qǔ : McLean
[00:00.00] I was walking by the graveyard,
[00:04.47] late last Friday night,
[00:07.70] I heard somebody yelling, it sounded like a fight.
[00:13.10] It was just a drunken hobo dancing circles in the night,
[00:18.79] Pouring whiskey on the headstones in the blue moonlight.
[00:26.15] So often haveI wondered where these homeless brothers go,
[00:32.22] Down in some hidden valley were their sorrows cannot show,
[00:37.86] Where the police cannot find them, where the wanted men can go.
[00:43.75] There' s freedom when your walking, even though you' re walking slow.
[00:50.69] Smash your bottle on a gravestone and live while you can,
[00:56.79] that homeless brother is my friend.
[01:02.89] It' s hard to be a pack rat, it' s hard to be a ' bo,
[01:08.69] but living' s so much harder where the heartless people go.
[01:14.33] Somewhere the dogs are barking and the children seem to know
[01:20.60] That Jesus on the highway was a lost hobo.
[01:27.39] And they hear the holy silence of the temples in the hill,
[01:33.59] And they see the ragged tatters as another kind of thrill.
[01:39.51] And they envy him the sunshine and they pity him the chill,
[01:45.37] And they' re sad to do their living for some other kind of thrill.
[01:52.57] Smash your bottle on a gravestone and live while you can,
[01:58.81] that homeless brother is my friend.
[02:04.53] Somewhere there was a woman, somewhere there was a child,
[02:08.70] Somewhere there was a cottage where the marigolds grew wild.
[02:16.80] But some where' s just like nowhere when you leave it for a while,
[02:22.44] You' ll find the brokenhearted when you' re travelling junglestyle.
[02:29.27] Down the bowels of a broken land where numbers live like men,
[02:35.68] Where those who keep their senses have them taken back again,
[02:40.95] Where the night stick cracks with crazy rage, where madmen don' t pretend,
[02:47.95] Where wealth has no beginning and poverty no end.
[02:54.30] Smash your bottle on a gravestone and live while you can,
[03:00.70] that homeless brother is my friend.
[03:06.42] The ghosts of highway royalty have vanished in the night,
[03:12.53] The Whitman wanderer walking toward a glowing inner light.
[03:18.22] The children have grown older and the cops have gripped us tight,
[03:24.43] There' s no spot round the melting pot for free men in their flight.
[03:31.31] And you who leave on promises and prosper as you please,
[03:38.14] The victim of your riches often dies of your disease,
[03:43.69] He can' t hear the factory whistle, just the lonesome freight train' s wheeze,
[03:50.19] He' s living on good fortune, he ain' t dying on his knees.
[03:56.46] Smash your bottle on a gravestone and live while you can,
[04:02.99] that homeless brother is my friend.
[04:08.58] That homeless brother is my friend.