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The Puddler's Tale

アーティスト:Stan Rogers 

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They neither know of night or day, They night and day pour out their thunder, As every ingot rolls away, A dozen more are split asunder. There is a sign beside the gate, "Eleven Days" since a man lay dying, Now every shift brings fear and hate And shaken men in terror crying. The molten rivers boil away, A fiery brew hell never equaled. To their profits the bosses pray, And Mammon sings in his grim cathedral. His attendants join the choir, And heaven help us if we're shirking, Stoke the furnace-altar fire, And just be thankful that we're working! Do this, then, charge the hoppers high Lest you endure the foreman's choler, Do this, then, drain the


投稿者: PetitLyrics
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