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  • 作词 : MARLEY, STEPHEN
    作曲 : Marley
    Ey, and they say it's part of it
    So they buying you, sell your soul
    Well, my friend, the thought of it
    They'll sell your soul for a piece of gold
    While they in their companion slaves
    Slaving through the night
    I know I can find my way for there is light
    Chase demRun them politicians
    When I see dem
    I get cold
    And they'll say it's a part of it
    So they buying you, sell your soul
    Well, my friend, the thought of it
    They'll sell your soul for a piece of gold
    While they in their companion slaves
    Slaving through the night
    Now I'll pave my way and
    I'll pave it right
    Chase demRun them politicians
    When I see dem
    I get cold
    They'll still say it's a part of it
    So they buying you, sell your soul
    Well my friend, the thought of it
    They'll sell your soul for a piece of gold
    And they in their companion slaves
    Slaving through the night
    I know I can find my way for out there is light
    Chase demRun them politicians
    When I see dem
    I get cold
    ChaseRun, run, run
    Ay, ay, ay, ay
    Get them out, get them out
    Run them away(Chase)
  • 作词 : MARLEY, STEPHEN
    作曲 : Marley
    Ey, and they say it's part of it
    So they buying you, sell your soul
    Well, my friend, the thought of it
    They'll sell your soul for a piece of gold
    While they in their companion slaves
    Slaving through the night
    I know I can find my way for there is light
    Chase demRun them politicians
    When I see dem
    I get cold
    And they'll say it's a part of it
    So they buying you, sell your soul
    Well, my friend, the thought of it
    They'll sell your soul for a piece of gold
    While they in their companion slaves
    Slaving through the night
    Now I'll pave my way and
    I'll pave it right
    Chase demRun them politicians
    When I see dem
    I get cold
    They'll still say it's a part of it
    So they buying you, sell your soul
    Well my friend, the thought of it
    They'll sell your soul for a piece of gold
    And they in their companion slaves
    Slaving through the night
    I know I can find my way for out there is light
    Chase demRun them politicians
    When I see dem
    I get cold
    ChaseRun, run, run
    Ay, ay, ay, ay
    Get them out, get them out
    Run them away(Chase)