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[00:00.00]90听音乐网 www.90T8.com[00:02.01]My Youngest Son - Slime
[00:14.77]It's an 800 years never ending war
[00:19.52]That causes grief sorrow suffering and pain
[00:27.81]And glory
[00:34.12]But glory for who
[00:40.21]My youngest son came home today
[00:46.11]His friends marched with him all the way
[00:51.88]The flutes and drums beat out the time
[00:55.14]As in his box of polished pine
[00:58.12]Like dead meat on a butcher's tray
[01:04.42]My youngest son came home today
[01:11.01]My youngest son was a fine young man
[01:16.39]With a wife and a daughter and a son
[01:22.22]As a man he would have lived and died
[01:25.79]Till by that bullet sanctified
[01:29.03]Now he's a saint or so they say
[01:35.08]They brought their saint home today
[02:12.62]Above the narrow Belfast streets
[02:18.28]An Irish sky looks down and weeps
[02:23.73]On children's blood in gutters spilled
[02:27.02]For dreams of freedom unfilled
[02:30.50]As part of freedom's price to pay
[02:36.59]My youngest son came home today
[03:13.98]My youngest son came home today
[03:19.85]His friends marched with him all the way
[03:25.58]The flutes and drums beat out the time
[03:28.56]As in his box of polished pine
[03:31.77]Like dead meat on a butcher's tray
[03:37.99]My youngest son came home today
[03:44.51]But this time he's home to stay
