Oh, How I Hate to Get Up in the Morning

歐文’’’(1888－1989)’生 ’’國’’1893’’’’’’’國’本’’伊斯瑞爾’巴’’’歲’’親’’’’’輟學’掙錢’補’用’’’’’街’賣報’’’’’’’’區’’’間賣唱’’’歲’’’’’’第’首’’創’’’曲’’’’’’錯’成 “I’’’”’’’’’’’’’’用’’’’’’’第’首引’’動’’’’’歷’’’’’’’樂隊’(1911)’’’’’’歲之’’’’’國音樂’’最成’’’曲’’之’’雖’’’未學’識譜’譜曲’’竟創’’’’五百首’曲’’’’’’’’’藍’天’’(1927)’’’’’’’國’(1938)’’有’’’誕’’(1942)’

第’次’’’戰期間’歐文’’’應’’伍’’’’’’厄普’營’’團當’’’當’期間’’’’’’個提高’’’完’’’’’戲’’’’’’’’’’’中’’’Ⅷ’我’’’早晨’’’(1917)’’首’’’’l 942’’’創’’音樂喜’’’’’’隊’中’

’天’我巧’’個當’’’友’

’’’營’’’’期’’’’’’

’’’潤’’肉’’’

我問’’隊生’’樣’’’’’’答’

(’唱)

Ⅷ’我’’’早晨’’’

Ⅷ’我’’’’’’躺’躺’

最’’’厭’’聽見號’’

“’’’’’’’’’’今天早晨’’’’!”

’有’天我’殺’那個號手’

’有’天’們’’’’’’首’

我’把’’’’號’’’重重踩’’’’

’輩’’’’’’高’’’’

陸’’號手’’’天’’’

’五’鍾喚醒’’’’’’’’’’’

’’’午’’’’’次喇’’

假’’切順’我’快’’當個號手’

啊’’友’’旦戰’結’’

啊’’友’’旦敵’滅’’

我’立’脫’’裝’’’’

’輩’舒舒’’躺’’’’

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The other day I chanced to meet a soldier
      friend of mine.
He'd been in camp for sev'ral weeks and he
      was looking fine;
His muscles had developed and his cheeks
      were rosy red
I asked him how he liked the life and this is
     what he said:

CHORUS:
Oh! How I hate to get up in the morning,
Oh! how I'd love to remain in bed:
For the hardest blow of all, is to hear the
      bugler call;
"You've got to get up, you've got to get up,
      you've got to get up this morning!"
Someday I'm going to murder the bugler,
Someday they're going to find him dead;
I'll amputate his reveille, and step upon it
      heavily,
And spend the rest of my life in bed.
A bugler in the army is the luckiest of men,
He wakes the boys at five and then goes back
      to bed again;
He doesn't have to blow again until the
      afternoon,
If ev'rything goes well with me I'll be a bugler
      soon.

Oh! boy the minute the battle is over,
Oh! boy the minute the foe is dead;
I'll put my uniform away, and move to
      Philadelphia,
And spend the rest of my life in bed.

Ⅷ’我’’’早晨’’ Oh, How I Hate to Get Up in the Morning

Ⅷ’我’’’早晨’’
Oh, How I Hate to Get Up in the Morning