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伍’’戈斯里 ’’’’’Ⅸ’’’’高興’識’’’
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’’’’Ⅸ 曾’有’個’’’’Ⅸ’ ’’’不’懼’’ 不’打手’’賊’’’’ 不’’’’’’’’’’ ’走’’’’’’ ’個’議’’’’’’ 當公’’僕’們’’’ ’’’堅’立場不動’’ (’唱) ’’’們’不倒我’ 我永遠不離’’’’ 我永遠不離’’’’ 我永遠不離’’’’ ’’’們’不倒我’ 我永遠不離’’’’
’’我’’’那天’ ’’’Ⅸ善’識’’ 公’’探’陰謀’ ’’不’探’’欺’’ ’’’組織’’友’ ’’’’’成’’ 爲’’而’’’’候’ ’把’’證’給公’’警衛’’’ ’’’’’講’’話’’ ’ ’們’’’’’由’’’’ ’聽我’’’’’
找’個’’’Ⅸ’’’’
’’’婦’輔’團體’
結’’生’不’’難’
當’成’’’’Ⅸ’
’個’’Ⅸ日’’’快樂’ ’’娶’個’’Ⅸ做老’’ ’ ’高興’識’’’’見(’’’塵暴)
我’唱’’支’’’我’’唱’’’
’唱我原’’’’’’’風’平原’
’月裏’’那’’縣’
’們異’’’說’樣’話’
(’唱)
’高興’識’’’’見’
’高興’識’’’’見’
’高興’識’’’’見’
’漫天塵’’’我’’’’
’’我不’不飄’’方’
’場塵暴’勢’’’比驚’’
它’塵’撒’我們’’’我們身’’
它迫’交’中’’像’雲’’’太陽’
’們’都’’裏’’’
’對戀’’’’中互’’情’
’塵’蔽天’’’’中接’擁’’
’倆擁’’歎’’’’’
不提結’’’’樣說’’貝’
牆’’話’’’’’忙不’抓’話筒’
原’’傳’’’報’’’
’說’’“’’友’’’末日’降’’間
’’’中’救’’’剩’最’機’’”
教堂裏滿’’擁擠不堪’
黑壓壓’’’’’’塵暴’
傳’’’不’’本’’傳教’
折’眼鏡收走’款’’樣說’’
(’唱)
’高興’識’’’’見’
’高興’識’’’’見’
’高興’識’’’’見’
’漫天塵’’’我’’’’
’’我不’不飄’’方’ ’ |
Union Maid There once was a union maid Who never was afraid Of goons and ginks and company finks And the deputy sheriffs who made the raids; She went to the union hall When a meeting it was called, And when the company boys came 'round She always stood her ground. CHORUS: Oh, you can't scare me. I'm sticking to the union, I'm sticking to the union, I'm sticking to the union. Oh, you can't scare me. I'm sticking to the union, I'm sticking to the union Till the day I die. This union maid was wise To the tricks of company spies. She never got fooled by a company stool, She'd always organize the guys. She always got her way When she struck for higher pay, She'd show her union card to the company guard And this is what she'd say: You gals who want to be free, Just take a little tip from me: Get you a man who's a union man And join the Ladies' Auxiliary; Married life ain't hard When you've got a union card, A union man has a happy life When he's got a union wife. So Long, It's Been Good to Know Yuh (Dusty Old Dust) I've sung this song, but I'll sing it again, Of the place that I lived on the wild, windy plains. In the month called April, the county called Gray, And here's what all of the people there say: CHORUS: So long, it's been good to know you; So long, it's been good to know you; So long, it's been good to know you, This dusty old dust is a-getting my home, And I've got to be driftin' along. A dust storm hit, and it hit like thunder; It dusted us over, and it covered us under; Blocked out the traffic and blocked out the sun. Straight for home all the people did run. The sweethearts sat in the dark and they sparked, They bugged and they kissed in that dusty old dark. They sighed and cried, bugged and kissed, Instead of marriage, they talked like this: Honey, Now, the telephone rang, and it jumped off the wall; That was the preacher a-making his call. He said, "Kind friend, this may be the end; You've got your last chance of salvation of sin." The churches was jammed, and the churches was packed, And that dusty old dust storm biowed so black; The preacher could not read a word of his text, And he folded his specs and he took up collection, said: |
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