ฟังเพลงBlack Sky

Black Sky (黑色天空) - Sam Phillips

The trees are listening

Each time a missile's made

They hide three mystics

The earth sends from her grave

To tell us the future

Has been stolen away

By diggers drillers and sellers

We won't stop

Till we're underneath a black sky

He took my picture

In the cemetery sun

My body was tempted

To crumble into one

Reunion of dust until

Creation's done

Returning ashes to ashes

We won't stop

Till we're underneath a black sky

The commerce the intrigue

Self slaughtered souls cry out

To dead poor men

For a drink at the waterhole

Their tongues will burn dry

As the day they were sold for

The forests raped into deserts

We won't stop

Till we're underneath a black sky