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’’’’’’’國’’’’’’隊’瓊斯’生’
God Bless America and This is the Army
, Mr. Jones

 

       ’’’’’’’國’’歐文’’’最成’’’’之’’’最’’1917’爲’’’隊音樂喜’’’’’’’’’’’’’支’’’’有用’’’首’’之高閣’23’之’’’’ l 938’’’凱’’’’斯請’’爲’’國’播’目’’首’國’曲’’’之間它’引’’動’’’’’議它’爲國’’1940’’’’’黨’’國’’’都’’’首’曲’’期’’’它’’’當’’正式’國’’’爲’’條’’’詞曲都比較難’’’把’’’’’’’國’’’’’’收’’部’給’’’’’國基’’用’資’’’’童’’’ 

        1942’第’次’’’戰期間’’’’’’’隊’瓊斯’生’’用’’’音樂’’’’’隊’之中’它’’’收’亦’給’’’’童’’’


  ’’’’’’國

    當’雲孕’著風’

    ’’’’遠’’集’

    讓我們’’’’’

    ’個’由’國’’

    讓我們’’’’

    ’’’’國’’’

    讓我們莊’’’禱

    ’’我們’’音’

 

    ’’’’’’國’

    我’比熱’’國’’

    ’’’身’’領著’’

    讓’’引’’’黑’’

    ’’’’嶺’’原

    ’’’’’雪’’’’

    ’’’’’’國

    我’’’’’’’’’

    ’’’’’’國

    我’’’’’’’’’

 

      ’’’隊’瓊斯’生

    ’’驚’’’’’著’’聆聽

    聽’’’’講’’’’

    ’們筆’’立’

    ’們’’變’’

    那’’’細打’’們’’教’’

 

    ’’’隊’瓊斯’生’

    ’有單’’間’’’’話’

    ’’’’’’’’’早飯’

    ’’今’’’不’’’’用’’

 

    ’’’隊’’’’生’

    我們喜’’營乾乾’’’

    ’’’雇’傭爲’掃’’

    ’’’’’不’’’幫’’

 

    號手’喇’’’’’’’

    ’們不’’樂隊’’而’’號’’

 

    ’’’隊’布’’生’

    ’’’’’’曾’’閒’’

    ’對撒’讓’煩’’

    ’’’戰’’’’不’’打’’

 

God Bless America

While the storm clouds gather
Far across the sea,
Let us swear allegiance
To a land that's free,
Let us all be grateful
For a land so fair,
As we raise our voices
In a solemn prayer.

God bless America
Land that I love.
Stand beside her and guide her,
Thru the night with a light from above
From the mountains to the prairies
To the oceans white with foam,
God bless America
My home sweet home
God bless America
My home sweet home.

This Is the Army, Mr. Jones

A bunch of frightened rookies were list'ning filled with awe,
They listened while a sergeant was laying down the law.
They stood there at attention,
Their faces turning red,
The sergeant looked them over and this is what he said.

This is the Army, Mister Jones,
No private rooms or telephones.
You had your breakfast in bed before
But you won't have it there anymore.

This is the Army, Mister Green,
We like the barracks nice and clean.
You had a housemaid to clean your floor
But she won't help you out anymore,

Do what the buglers command,
They're in the army and not in a band

This is the Army, Mister Brown,
You and your baby went to town.
She had you worried
But this is war and she won't worry you anymore.