[00:00.00]时代音乐网 www.78497.com  [00:05.27]Take a trip with me in nineteen thirteen [00:10.17]To Calumet  Michigan [00:11.75]In the copper country [00:14.94]I'll take you to a place called Italian Hall [00:20.38]And the miners are having their big Christmas Ball [00:28.57]I'll take you in a door and up a high stairs [00:33.04]Singing and dancing is heard everywhere [00:37.65]I'll let you shake hands with the people you see [00:43.13]And watch the kids dance round that big Christmas tree [00:51.93]You ask about work and you ask about pay [00:56.64]They'll tell you that they make less [00:58.24]Than a dollar a day [01:01.79]Working the copper claims  risking their lives [01:05.85]So it's fun to spend Christmas with children and wives [01:13.48]There's talking and laughing and songs in the air [01:17.38]And the spirit of Christmas is there everywhere [01:22.39]Before you know it [01:23.79]You're friends with us all [01:27.03]And you're dancing around and around in the hall [01:35.11]Well little girl sits down [01:36.68]By the Christmas tree lights [01:38.17]To play the piano [01:39.65]So you gotta keep quiet [01:41.53]To hear all this fun you would not realize [01:45.97]That the copper boss thug men are milling outside [01:52.54]The copper boss thugs stuck their heads in the door [01:56.77]One of them yelled and he screamed [01:58.50]There's a fire [02:01.08]A lady  she hollered [02:02.51]There's no such a thing [02:04.82]Keep on with your party [02:07.96]There's no such a thing [02:11.06]A few people rushed and it's only a few [02:14.23]It's just the thugs and the scabs fooling you [02:18.96]A man grabbed his daughter [02:20.55]And he carried her down [02:22.85]But the thugs held the door [02:26.81]And he could not get out [02:29.92]And then others followed [02:31.51]A hundred or more [02:32.91]But most everybody remained on the floor [02:36.92]The gun thugs they laughed at their murderous joke [02:40.57]And the children were smothered [02:43.94]On the stairs by the door [02:47.13]Such a terrible sight I never did see [02:51.19]We carried our children back up to their tree [02:55.99]The scabs outside still laughed at their spree [03:01.53]And the children that died there were seventy three [03:08.79]The piano played a slow funeral tune [03:13.32]And the town was lit up by a cold Christmas moon [03:18.33]The parents they cried and the miners they moaned [03:25.41]See what your greed for money has done