1913 Massacre-Woody Guthrie

[ti:1913 Massacre] [ar:Woody Guthrie] [al:The Machinest] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]1913 Massacre (1913年大屠杀) - Woody Guthrie [00:05.66]Take a trip with me in 1913 [00:10.74]To Calumet Michigan in the copper country [00:15.51]I will take you to a place called Italian Hall [00:21.16]Where the miners are having their big Christmas ball [00:29.05]I will take you in a door and up a high stairs [00:33.50]Singing and dancing is heard everywhere [00:37.98]I will let you shake hands with the people you see [00:43.59]And watch the kids dance around the big Christmas tree [00:52.23]You ask about work and you ask about pay [00:57.23]They'll tell you they make less than a dollar a day [01:02.12]Working the copper claims risking their lives [01:06.21]So it's fun to spend Christmas with children and wives [01:13.81]There's talking and laughing and songs in the air [01:17.66]And the spirit of Christmas is there everywhere [01:22.65]Before you know it you're friends with us all [01:27.29]And you're dancing around and around in the hall [01:35.43]Well a little girl sits down by the Christmas tree lights [01:38.59]To play the piano so you gotta keep quiet [01:42.01]To hear all this fun you would not realize [01:46.24]That the copper boss' thug men are milling outside [01:52.95]The copper boss' thugs stuck their heads in the door [01:56.99]One of them yelled and he screamed "there's a fire " [02:01.37]A lady she hollered "there's no such a thing [02:05.15]Keep on with your party there's no such thing " [02:11.31]A few people rushed and it was only a few [02:14.56]"It's just the thugs and the scabs fooling you " [02:19.21]A man grabbed his daughter and carried her down [02:23.05]But the thugs held the door and he could not get out [02:30.23]And then others followed a hundred or more [02:33.32]But most everybody remained on the floor [02:37.27]The gun thugs they laughed at their murderous joke [02:40.86]While the children were smothered on the stairs by the door [02:47.48]Such a terrible sight I never did see [02:51.59]We carried our children back up to their tree [02:56.16]The scabs outside still laughed at their spree [03:01.75]And the children that died there were seventy-three [03:06.01] [03:09.03]The piano played a slow funeral tune [03:13.50]And the town was lit up by a cold Christmas moon [03:18.47]The parents they cried and the miners they moaned [03:25.70]"See what your greed for money has done "