歌曲 | Xmas In February |
歌手 | Lou Reed |
专辑 | Original Album Series |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Reed | |
Sam was lyin' in the jungle | |
Agent orange spread against the sky like marmalade | |
Hendrix played on some foreign jukebox | |
They were praying to be saved | |
Those gooks were fierce and fearless | |
That's the price you pay when you invade | |
Xmas in february | |
Sam lost his arm in some border town | |
His fingers are mixed with someone's crop | |
If he didn't have that opium to smoke | |
The pain would never ever stop | |
Half his friends are stuffed into black body bags | |
With their names printed at the top | |
Xmas in february | |
Sammy was a short order cook | |
In a short order black and blue collar town | |
Everybody worked the steel mill | |
But the steel mill got closed down | |
He thought if he joined the army | |
He'd have a future that was sound | |
Like no xmas in february | |
Sam's staring at the vietnam wall | |
It's been a while now that he's home | |
His wife and kid have left, he's unemployed | |
He's a reminder of the war that wasn't won | |
He's the guy on the street with the sign that reads | |
"please help send this vet home" | |
But he is home | |
And there's no xmas in february | |
No matter how much he saves |
zuo ci : Reed | |
Sam was lyin' in the jungle | |
Agent orange spread against the sky like marmalade | |
Hendrix played on some foreign jukebox | |
They were praying to be saved | |
Those gooks were fierce and fearless | |
That' s the price you pay when you invade | |
Xmas in february | |
Sam lost his arm in some border town | |
His fingers are mixed with someone' s crop | |
If he didn' t have that opium to smoke | |
The pain would never ever stop | |
Half his friends are stuffed into black body bags | |
With their names printed at the top | |
Xmas in february | |
Sammy was a short order cook | |
In a short order black and blue collar town | |
Everybody worked the steel mill | |
But the steel mill got closed down | |
He thought if he joined the army | |
He' d have a future that was sound | |
Like no xmas in february | |
Sam' s staring at the vietnam wall | |
It' s been a while now that he' s home | |
His wife and kid have left, he' s unemployed | |
He' s a reminder of the war that wasn' t won | |
He' s the guy on the street with the sign that reads | |
" please help send this vet home" | |
But he is home | |
And there' s no xmas in february | |
No matter how much he saves |
zuò cí : Reed | |
Sam was lyin' in the jungle | |
Agent orange spread against the sky like marmalade | |
Hendrix played on some foreign jukebox | |
They were praying to be saved | |
Those gooks were fierce and fearless | |
That' s the price you pay when you invade | |
Xmas in february | |
Sam lost his arm in some border town | |
His fingers are mixed with someone' s crop | |
If he didn' t have that opium to smoke | |
The pain would never ever stop | |
Half his friends are stuffed into black body bags | |
With their names printed at the top | |
Xmas in february | |
Sammy was a short order cook | |
In a short order black and blue collar town | |
Everybody worked the steel mill | |
But the steel mill got closed down | |
He thought if he joined the army | |
He' d have a future that was sound | |
Like no xmas in february | |
Sam' s staring at the vietnam wall | |
It' s been a while now that he' s home | |
His wife and kid have left, he' s unemployed | |
He' s a reminder of the war that wasn' t won | |
He' s the guy on the street with the sign that reads | |
" please help send this vet home" | |
But he is home | |
And there' s no xmas in february | |
No matter how much he saves |