Orphans Of Wealth-Don McLean

[ti:Orphans Of Wealth] [ar:Don McLean] [al:Tapestry] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Orphans Of Wealth - Don McLean (唐·麦克林) [00:06.52]There is no time to discuss or debate [00:11.95]What is right what is wrong for our people [00:18.57]Time has run out for all those who wait [00:24.19]With bent limbs and minds that are feeble [00:29.31]And the rain falls and blows through their window [00:35.99]And the snow falls and blows through their door [00:42.00]And the seasons revolve mid their sounds of starvation [00:48.17]When the tides rise they cover the floor [00:55.91]They come from the north and they come from the south [01:01.61]And they come from the hills and the valleys [01:07.85]And they＇re migrants and farmers and miners and humans [01:13.86]Our census neglected to tally [01:19.66]And the rain falls and blows through their window [01:25.24]And the rain falls and it blows through their door [01:31.92]And the seasons revolve mid their sounds of starvation [01:37.91]When the tides rise they cover the floor [01:45.65]And they′re African Mexican Caucasian Indian [01:51.70]Hungry and hopeless Americans [01:57.50]The orphans of wealth and of adequate health [02:03.43]Disowned by this nation they live in [02:08.05]And with weather worn hands on bread lines they stand [02:15.91]Yet but one more degradation [02:20.59]And they＇re treated like tramps while we sell them food stamps [02:27.64]This thriving and prosperous nation [02:33.00]And the rain falls and blows through their window [02:39.11]And the snow falls and blows through their door [02:45.23]And the seasons revolve mid their sounds of starvation [02:51.66]When the tides rise they cover the floor [02:59.21]And with roaches and rickets and rats in the thickets [03:05.13]Infested diseased and decaying [03:11.21]With rags and no shoes and skin sores that ooze [03:17.32]By the poisonous pools they are playing [03:23.38]In shacks of two rooms that are rotting wood tombs [03:29.62]With corpses breathing inside them [03:34.17]And we pity their plight as they call in the night [03:40.93]And we do all that we can do to hide them [03:50.48]And the rain falls and blows through their window [03:54.92]And the snow falls in white drifts that fold [04:01.16]And the tides rise with floods in the nursery [04:07.21]And a child is crying he＇s hungry and cold [04:13.26]His life has been sold his young face looks old [04:18.88]It＇s the face of America dying