《White Boots Marching In A Yellow Land(Album Version)》歌词

[00:00:00] White Boots Marching In A Yellow Land (Album Version) - Phil Ochs (菲尔·奥克斯)

[00:00:03] The pilot's playing poker in the cockpit of the plane

[00:00:08] The casualties are rising like the dropping of rain

[00:00:15] And the mountain of machinery will fall before a man

[00:00:20] When your white boots marching in a yellow land

[00:00:28] It's written in the ashes of the village towns we burn

[00:00:33] It's written in the empty bed of the fathers unreturned

[00:00:39] And the chocolate in the children's eyes will never understand

[00:00:45] When you're white boots marching in a yellow land

[00:00:52] Red blow the bugles of the dawn

[00:00:57] The morning has arrived you must be gone

[00:01:02] And the lost patrol chase their chartered souls

[00:01:06] Like cold whores following tired armies

[00:01:17] Train them well the men who will be fighting by your side

[00:01:22] And never turn your back if the battle turns the tide

[00:01:28] For the colors of a civil war are louder than commands

[00:01:34] When you're white boots marching in a yellow land

[00:01:42] Blow them from the forest and burn them from your sight

[00:01:48] Tie their hands behind their back and question through the night

[00:01:54] But when the firing squad is ready

[00:01:57] They'll be spitting where they stand

[00:02:00] At the white boots marching in a yellow land

[00:02:07] Red blow the bugles of the dawn

[00:02:12] The morning has arrived you must be gone

[00:02:17] And the lost patrol chase their chartered souls

[00:02:22] Like cold whores following tired armies

[00:02:32] The comic and the beauty queen are dancing on the stage

[00:02:38] Raw recruits are lining up like coffins in a cage

[00:02:44] We're fighting in a war we lost before the war began

[00:02:50] We're the white boots marching in a yellow land

[00:03:07] And the lost patrol chase their chartered souls

[00:03:12] Like cold whores following tired armies