Délka skladby: 00:03:47
Velikost souboru: 3.55 Mb
Počet stažení: 0
DOWNLOAD MP3 zdarma
Kliknutím na tlačítko stáhněte si mp3, souhlasíte s našimi podmínky.
Prosím, zadejte kód ke stažení mp3
  Youtube video na: Woody Guthrie-1913 Massacre
Kód pro vložení na vaše stránky, blog nebo fórum.
  Text skladby: Woody Guthrie-1913 Massacre
Take a trip with me in 1913 To Calumet, Michigan, in the copper country I'll take you to a place called Italian Hall And the miners are having their big Christmas Ball
I'll take you in a door and up a high stairs Singing and dancing is heard everywhere I'll let you shake hands with the people you see And watch the kids dance round that big Christmas tree
There's talking and laughing and songs in the air
And the spirit of Christmas is there everywhere Before you know it, you're friends with us all And you're dancing around and around in the hall
You ask about work and you ask about pay They'll tell you that they make less than a dollar a day Working the copper claims, risking their lives So it's fun to spend Christmas with children and wives
Hey, little girl sits down by the Christmas tree lights To play the piano, so you gotta keep quiet To hear all this fun you would not realize That the copper boss thug men are milling outside
The copper boss thugs stuck their heads in the door One of them yelled and he screamed, "There's a fire" A lady, she hollered, "There's no such a thing Keep on with your party, there's no such a thing"
A few people rushed and it's only a few "It's just the thugs and the scabs fooling you" A man grabbed his daughter and he carried her down But the thugs held the door and he could not get out
And then others followed, a hundred or more But most everybody remained on the floor The gun thugs they laughed at their murderous joke And the children were smothered on the stairs by the door
Such a terrible sight I never did see We carried our children back up to their tree The scabs outside still laughed at their spree And the children that died there were seventy three
The piano played a slow funeral tune And the town was lit up by a cold Christmas moon The parents they cried and the miners they moaned "See what your greed for money has done"