The Klan - Gil Scott-Heron

The Klan - Gil Scott-Heron (吉尔·斯科特·赛壬)
Written by：A. Gray/D. Gray
Countryside was cold and still
And there were three crosses
On the hill
And each one wore a burning hood
To hide it's rotten
Core of wood
And I I say father
Father
I hear an iron sound
Hoof beats on the frozen ground
And downhill the riders came
Lord it was a cryin' shame
To see the blood upon their whips
And to hear the snarlin' from their lips
And I cried mother
Mother
I feel a stabbing pain
Blood runs down like summers rain
And each one wore a mask of white
And to hide his cruel face from sight
Each one sucked a hungry breath
Out of the empty lungs of death
And I say sister
Sister
I need you to take my hand
It's always lonely
When it's time to stand
He who rides with the klan
Is a devil and not a man
For underneath his white disguise
I have looked
Into his eyes
And I say brother
Brother
Stand by me
It's not so easy to be free
Father
Mother
Sister
Brother
Stand by me
It's not so easy to be free
It's not so easy to be free
It's not so easy to be free
Nobody ever said it would be easy
And nobody ever said it would be easy
'Cause It's not so easy to be free
It's not so easy to be free
And nobody ever said it would be easy
And nobody ever said it would be easy
It's not so easy no it's not so easy
It's not so easy no it's not so easy
It's not so easy no it's not so easy
It's not so easy no it's not so easy