1913 Massacre-Jack Elliott

[ti:1913 Massacre] [ar:Jack Elliott] [al:The Musical Grandfather & Father Of Bob Dylan (Digitally Remastered)] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]1913 Massacre (1913年大屠杀) - Jack Elliott [00:04.80]Take a trip with me [00:06.69]In nineteen thirteen [00:08.77] [00:09.75]To Calumet Michigan [00:11.86]In the copper country [00:13.80] [00:14.96]I'll take you to a place [00:16.56]Called Italian Hall [00:19.77] [00:21.89]And the miners are [00:24.08]Having their big Christmas ball [00:26.97] [00:28.95]I'll take you in a door [00:30.93]And up a high stairs [00:33.23] [00:34.17]Singing and dancing [00:34.97] [00:35.84]Is heard everywhere [00:38.03] [00:38.96]I'll let you shake hands [00:40.65]With the people you see [00:43.77]And watch the kids dance [00:46.42]Around the big Christmas tree [00:48.50] [00:51.41]There's talking and laughing [00:53.10]And songs in the air [00:54.87] [00:56.06]And the spirit of Christmas [00:57.75]Is there everywhere [00:59.81]Before you know it [01:01.51]You're friends with us all [01:03.35] [01:04.28]And you're dancing around [01:07.38]And around in the hall [01:09.32] [01:10.35]You ask about work [01:11.74]And you ask about pay [01:13.88] [01:14.89]They'll tell you they make less [01:16.68]Than a dollar a day [01:18.33] [01:18.88]Working their copper claims [01:20.51]Risking their lives [01:22.47] [01:23.10]So it's fun to spend Christmas [01:26.12]With children and wives [01:27.96] [01:30.84]A little girl sits down [01:32.20]By the Christmas tree lights [01:34.29]To play the piano [01:35.83]So you gotta keep quiet [01:37.54] [01:38.08]To hear all this fun [01:39.20]You would not realize [01:42.35]That the copper boss [01:44.36]Thug men are milling outside [01:46.88] [01:48.16]The copper boss thugs [01:49.19]Stuck their heads in the door [01:51.29] [01:51.82]One of them yelled [01:53.00]And he screamed [01:53.80]There's a fire [01:55.58] [01:56.25]A lady she hollered [01:57.61]There's no such a thing [02:00.79]Keep on with your party [02:03.60]There's no such a thing [02:05.16] [02:06.55]A few people rushed [02:07.82]And there's only a few [02:09.93]It's just the thugs [02:11.34]And the scabs foolling you [02:13.62]A man grabbed his daughter [02:15.36]And he carried her down [02:18.13]But the thugs held the door [02:20.83]And he could not get out [02:22.61] [02:23.67]And then others followed [02:24.75]About a hundred or more [02:27.09] [02:27.77]But most everybody [02:29.61]Remained on the floor [02:32.41]The gun thugs they laughed [02:33.93]At their murderous joke [02:37.80]And the children were smothered [02:40.02]On the stairs by the door [02:42.31] [02:44.12]Such a terrible sight [02:45.83]I never did see [02:47.58] [02:48.56]We carried our children [02:50.17]Back up to their tree [02:52.04] [02:53.02]The scabs outside [02:53.90] [02:54.47]Still laughed at their spree [02:57.89] [02:59.18]And the children that died there [03:02.01]Was seventy-three [03:04.06] [03:10.48]The piano played a slow funeral tune [03:14.53]And the town was lit up [03:15.87]By a cold Christmas moon [03:19.10]The parents they cried [03:20.75]And the men they moaned [03:25.72]See what your greed [03:28.13]For money has done