作词 : Simon, Walcott It was the morning of October 6th, 1960 I was wearing my brown suit Preparing to leave the house of D. Shook some hands then acfios Brooklyn amigos Maybe some of them had hopes of seeing me again Some even said that my judge- Judge Gerald Culkin- Wouldn't play it by the book Maybe let us off the hook Rut, WOH-OO-WOH, I knew better. Afraid to ieave the projects To cross into another neighborhood The blancos and the nigger gangs Well, they'd kill you if they could. Angel of Mercy, people are suffering All over the world Spanish children are taught on their knees to believe Angel of Mercy, people are suffering All over the island tonight, Mothers weep Sisters grieve. Well, I entered the courtroom, state of New York County of New York, Just some spic They scrubbed off the sidewalk Guilty by my dress Guilty in the press Let The Capeman burn for the murder Well the 'Spanish boys' had their day in court And now it was time for some ******' law and order The electric chair For the greasy pair Said the judge to the court reporter Afraid to leave the projects To cross into another neighborhood The newspapers and the T.V. crews Well, they'd kill you if they could Angel of Mercy, people are suffering Ail over the world A Spanish boy could be killed every night of the week But just let some white boy die And the world goes crazy for blood-Latin blood. I don't lie when I speak. Well they shackled my hands A heavy belt around my waist to restrain me And they shackled my legs Hernandez, the 'Umbrella Man,' chained beside me Then we rode that Black Maria Through the streets of Spanish Harlem Calling old friends on the corners Just to lay our prayers upon them Crying Adios Hermanos. Adios Adios Hermanos, Adios
作词 : Simon, Walcott It was the morning of October 6th, 1960 I was wearing my brown suit Preparing to leave the house of D. Shook some hands then acfios Brooklyn amigos Maybe some of them had hopes of seeing me again Some even said that my judge- Judge Gerald Culkin- Wouldn't play it by the book Maybe let us off the hook Rut, WOH-OO-WOH, I knew better. Afraid to ieave the projects To cross into another neighborhood The blancos and the nigger gangs Well, they'd kill you if they could. Angel of Mercy, people are suffering All over the world Spanish children are taught on their knees to believe Angel of Mercy, people are suffering All over the island tonight, Mothers weep Sisters grieve. Well, I entered the courtroom, state of New York County of New York, Just some spic They scrubbed off the sidewalk Guilty by my dress Guilty in the press Let The Capeman burn for the murder Well the 'Spanish boys' had their day in court And now it was time for some ******' law and order The electric chair For the greasy pair Said the judge to the court reporter Afraid to leave the projects To cross into another neighborhood The newspapers and the T.V. crews Well, they'd kill you if they could Angel of Mercy, people are suffering Ail over the world A Spanish boy could be killed every night of the week But just let some white boy die And the world goes crazy for blood-Latin blood. I don't lie when I speak. Well they shackled my hands A heavy belt around my waist to restrain me And they shackled my legs Hernandez, the 'Umbrella Man,' chained beside me Then we rode that Black Maria Through the streets of Spanish Harlem Calling old friends on the corners Just to lay our prayers upon them Crying Adios Hermanos. Adios Adios Hermanos, Adios
