Broken Hymns-Dropkick Murphys

[ti:] [ar:] [al:] [by:时间戳工具V2.0_20200810] [offset:0] [00:29.58]Now the fog and smoke is lifting from the fallen row on row [00:36.96]In 1861 they prayed for god to keep their souls [00:48.81]Jimmy left home in April that was one year to the day [00:55.74]Writes his mother back home in Brighton but he ain't got much to say [01:03.48]He's forgotten what his town looks like the smell of death is all around [01:11.07]He dreams of the blue Atlantic to once again be homeward bound [01:19.86]Homeward bound [01:23.85]Though the road was long and winding many snares lay in their path [01:31.38]But their struggle they saw as righteous they fought with might and struck with wrath [01:40.71]Now the battle hymns are playing report of shots not far away [01:48.30]No prayer no promise no hand of god could save their souls that April day [01:55.86]Tell their wives that they fought bravely as they lay them in their graves [02:09.12]As the train pulled in the station and the families gathered 'round [02:16.23]You could hear the first car echo with a loud triumphant sound [02:24.06]But the last car it was silent they listened close but they couldn't hear [02:31.68]It was laden down with coffins that didn't speak and couldn't cheer [04:18.30]No prayer no promise no hand of god could save the souls of the blue and gray