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  • 作词 : Broudie

    Fourteen hours of working shifts
    In early morning mersey mists
    Too tired to taste
    The cornflakes on your tongue

    As morning hits the docks
    You dream of all the ships there must have been

    A river full of everything that it's not

    And if your life's not meant to feel like this

    Maybe it's time for someone to resist

    The riverbank could tell you tales
    Of working lives ship with sails
    Jobs were passed from fathers to their sons

    Sometimes it comes down to you
    The many to protect the few
    Unless you cross the line your jobs are gone

    If it takes a thousand days we'll never stop

    Tell it a thousand ways you'll still be wrong

    Not a word in the morning paper

    Feels like we've been out for ages

    Maybe unions and players won't save us

    But there's nothing on earth can break us

    The strength to load a thousand ships
    But willing hands can turn to fists
    On picket lines feelings overflow

    A decent job for decent pay
    To fight if that's the only way

    The union says well tough you're on your own

    If it takes a thousand days we'll never stop

    Tell it a thousand ways you'll still be wrong

    Not a word in the morning papers

    Feels like we've been out for ages

    The unions and prayers won't save us

    There's nothing on earth can break us
  • [00:00.000] 作词 : Broudie
    [00:03.23]
    [00:44.08]Fourteen hours of working shifts
    [00:46.51]In early morning mersey mists
    [00:49.22]Too tired to taste
    [00:50.66]The cornflakes on your tongue
    [00:52.54]
    [00:54.86]As morning hits the docks
    [00:56.61]You dream of all the ships there must have been
    [00:59.66]
    [01:00.31]A river full of everything that it's not
    [01:03.31]
    [01:07.26]And if your life's not meant to feel like this
    [01:12.58]
    [01:18.13]Maybe it's time for someone to resist
    [01:23.60]
    [01:27.50]The riverbank could tell you tales
    [01:30.34]Of working lives ship with sails
    [01:33.11]Jobs were passed from fathers to their sons
    [01:36.32]
    [01:38.40]Sometimes it comes down to you
    [01:41.17]The many to protect the few
    [01:43.88]Unless you cross the line your jobs are gone
    [01:47.11]
    [01:50.71]If it takes a thousand days we'll never stop
    [01:56.10]
    [02:01.46]Tell it a thousand ways you'll still be wrong
    [02:07.03]
    [02:12.41]Not a word in the morning paper
    [02:16.39]
    [02:17.73]Feels like we've been out for ages
    [02:22.02]
    [02:23.38]Maybe unions and players won't save us
    [02:27.23]
    [02:28.81]But there's nothing on earth can break us
    [02:32.68]
    [02:43.87]The strength to load a thousand ships
    [02:46.51]But willing hands can turn to fists
    [02:49.23]On picket lines feelings overflow
    [02:52.61]
    [02:54.76]A decent job for decent pay
    [02:57.54]To fight if that's the only way
    [02:59.64]
    [03:00.25]The union says well tough you're on your own
    [03:03.39]
    [03:07.07]If it takes a thousand days we'll never stop
    [03:12.50]
    [03:18.04]Tell it a thousand ways you'll still be wrong
    [03:23.26]
    [03:28.77]Not a word in the morning papers
    [03:33.17]
    [03:34.09]Feels like we've been out for ages
    [03:38.38]
    [03:39.70]The unions and prayers won't save us
    [03:43.61]
    [03:45.38]There's nothing on earth can break us