Lyrics Bob Dylan - The Ballad Of Ira Hayes

The Ballad Of Ira Hayes Lyrics – Bob Dylan

Singer: Bob Dylan
Title: The Ballad Of Ira Hayes

Gather round you people and a story I will tell
About a brave young Indian you should remember well
From the tribe of Pima Indians, a proud and a peaceful band
They farmed the Phoenix Valley in Arizona land

Down their ditches for a thousand years the sparkling water rushed
Till their white man stole their water rights and the running water hushed
Now Ira’s folks were hungry and their farms wene crops of weeds
But when war came he volunteers and forgot, the white man’s greed

Call him, Drunken Ira Hayes, he won’t answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war
Yes, call him, Drunken Ira Hayes, he won’t answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war.

They started up Iwo Jima Hill, 250 men
But only 27 lived to walk back down that hill again
And when the fight was over and the old glory raised
One of the men who held it high was the Indian Ira Hayes

Call him, Drunken Ira Hayes, he won’t answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war
Call him, Drunken Ira Hayes, he won’t answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war.

Now Ira returned a hero, celebrated throughout the land
He was wined and speeched and honored, everybody shook his hand
But he was just a Pima Indian, no money crops, no chance
And at home nobody cared what Ira had done and the wind did the Indian’s dance

And Ira started drinking hard, jail was often his home
They let him raise the flag there and lower it like you’d throw a dog a bone
He died drunk early one morning, alone in the land he had fought to save
Two inches of water in a lonely ditch was the grave for Ira Hayes

Yes, call him, Drunken Ira Hayes, but his land is still as dry
And his ghost is lying thirsty in the ditch where Ira died
Call him, Drunken Ira Hayes, he won’t answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war

Yes, call him, Drunken Ira Hayes, he won’t answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war.
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The Ballad Of Ira Hayes – Terjemahan / Translation

Mengumpulkan Anda orang-orang dan sebuah cerita yang akan saya ceritakan
Tentang seorang India muda pemberani yang harus Anda ingat dengan baik
Dari suku Pima Indian, band bangga dan damai
Mereka bertani lembah Phoenix di tanah Arizona

Turun parit mereka selama seribu tahun air berkilau bergegas
Sampai orang kulit putih mereka mencuri hak air mereka dan air mengalirnya hening
Sekarang orang-orang Ira lapar dan peternakan mereka Wene tanaman gulma
Tetapi ketika perang datang, dia sukarelawan dan lupa, keserakahan orang kulit putih

Panggil dia, Drunken Ira Hayes, dia tidak akan menjawab lagi
Bukan Wiski-Minum India atau Marinir yang Pergi Perang
Ya, panggil dia, Drunken Ira Hayes, dia tidak akan menjawab lagi
Bukan Wiski-Minum India atau Marinir yang pergi berperang.

Mereka memulai Iwo Jima Hill, 250 pria
Tetapi hanya 27 yang hidup untuk berjalan kembali ke bukit itu lagi
Dan ketika pertarungan berakhir dan kemuliaan lama terangkat
Salah satu pria yang memegangnya tinggi adalah Hayes Ira India

Panggil dia, Drunken Ira Hayes, dia tidak akan menjawab lagi
Bukan Wiski-Minum India atau Marinir yang Pergi Perang
Panggil dia, Drunken Ira Hayes, dia tidak akan menjawab lagi
Bukan Wiski-Minum India atau Marinir yang pergi berperang.

Sekarang Ira mengembalikan pahlawan, dirayakan di seluruh negeri
Dia dimenangkan dan dipalsukan dan dihormati, semua orang menggelengkan tangannya
Tapi dia hanya orang India PIMA, tidak ada tanaman uang, tidak ada kesempatan
Dan di rumah tidak ada yang peduli apa yang telah dilakukan Ira dan angin itu menari India

Dan Ira mulai minum keras, penjara sering menjadi rumahnya
Mereka membiarkannya mengangkat bendera di sana dan menurunkannya seperti Anda akan melempar anjing tulang
Dia meninggal dalam keadaan mabuk di pagi hari, sendirian di tanah yang telah dia perjuangkan untuk menyelamatkan
Dua inci air dalam parit kesepian adalah kuburan untuk ira hayes

Ya, panggil dia, Drunken Ira Hayes, tetapi tanahnya masih kering
Dan hantu-Nya berbaring haus di parit di mana Ira meninggal
Panggil dia, Drunken Ira Hayes, dia tidak akan menjawab lagi
Bukan Wiski-Minum India atau Marinir yang Pergi Perang

Ya, panggil dia, Drunken Ira Hayes, dia tidak akan menjawab lagi
Bukan Wiski-Minum India atau Marinir yang pergi berperang.
Find more lyrics at indolirik.jspinyin.net

Lyrics Bob Dylan – The Ballad Of Ira Hayes

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