[00:00.000] 作词 : Alec Benjamin/Sacha Skarbek
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Alec Benjamin/Sacha Skarbek
[00:04.697] Some have fought battles and fields full of cattle and some have waged war out at sea
[00:09.669] Some in militias and some with malicious intent, some men just want to be
[00:14.652] Free from oppression and so their aggression is worn like a badge on their sleeve
[00:19.504] Some have fought battles from desks in Seattle and some have waged war on the street
[00:23.993]
[00:24.371] Guess this is the hill I will die on
[00:26.675] I woke up this morning put my suit and tie on
[00:29.306] Walked down to the bus that I ride on
[00:31.589] The air felt so still, I guess this is the hill
[00:33.899] I guess this is the will I will ride on
[00:36.438] The back of this bill with my pen as my quill
[00:38.780] And I hope you’ll still love me when I’m gone
[00:41.278] The air felt so still, I guess this is the hill I will
[00:44.476]
[00:53.752] Some fight with rifles and some use the bible and some use a shield and a knife
[00:58.744] Some offer libel, which sometimes goes viral and ruins an innocent life
[01:03.667] Leaves an impression, teaches no lesson and leads to regression and strife
[01:08.454] Some fight to stifle and some cause it’s primal and some cause they’re sure that they’re right
[01:13.092]
[01:13.292] Guess this is the hill I will die on
[01:15.566] I woke up this morning put my suit and tie on
[01:18.144] Walked down to the bus that I ride on
[01:20.627] The air felt so still, I guess this is the hill
[01:22.945] I guess this is the will I will ride on
[01:25.438] The back of this bill with my pen as my quill
[01:27.845] And I hope you’ll still love me when I’m gone
[01:30.340] The air felt so still, I guess this is the hill I will die on
[01:33.893]
[01:52.513] Some fight with rifles and some use the bible and some use a shield and a knife
[01:57.094]
[02:02.196] Guess this is the hill I will die on
[02:04.821] I woke up this morning put my suit and tie on
[02:07.262] Walked down to the bus that I ride on
[02:09.457] The air feels so still, I guess this is the hill
[02:11.845] I guess this is the will I will ride on
[02:14.445] The back of this bill with my pen as my quill
[02:16.653] And I hope you’ll still love me when I’m gone
[02:19.325] The air feels so still, I guess this is the hill I will die on
作词 : Alec Benjamin/Sacha Skarbek
作曲 : Alec Benjamin/Sacha Skarbek
Some have fought battles and fields full of cattle and some have waged war out at sea
Some in militias and some with malicious intent, some men just want to be
Free from oppression and so their aggression is worn like a badge on their sleeve
Some have fought battles from desks in Seattle and some have waged war on the street
Guess this is the hill I will die on
I woke up this morning put my suit and tie on
Walked down to the bus that I ride on
The air felt so still, I guess this is the hill
I guess this is the will I will ride on
The back of this bill with my pen as my quill
And I hope you’ll still love me when I’m gone
The air felt so still, I guess this is the hill I will
Some fight with rifles and some use the bible and some use a shield and a knife
Some offer libel, which sometimes goes viral and ruins an innocent life
Leaves an impression, teaches no lesson and leads to regression and strife
Some fight to stifle and some cause it’s primal and some cause they’re sure that they’re right
Guess this is the hill I will die on
I woke up this morning put my suit and tie on
Walked down to the bus that I ride on
The air felt so still, I guess this is the hill
I guess this is the will I will ride on
The back of this bill with my pen as my quill
And I hope you’ll still love me when I’m gone
The air felt so still, I guess this is the hill I will die on
Some fight with rifles and some use the bible and some use a shield and a knife
Guess this is the hill I will die on
I woke up this morning put my suit and tie on
Walked down to the bus that I ride on
The air feels so still, I guess this is the hill
I guess this is the will I will ride on
The back of this bill with my pen as my quill
And I hope you’ll still love me when I’m gone
The air feels so still, I guess this is the hill I will die on