[00:00.000] 作词 : Joan Baez
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Ennio Morricone
[00:54.571]Give to me your tired and your poor
[01:06.115]Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free
[01:18.152]The wretched refuse of your teeming shore
[01:29.943]Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me."
[01:43.237]Blessed are the persecuted
[01:52.769]And blessed are the pure in heart
[02:03.306]Blessed are the merciful
[02:12.588]And blessed are the ones who mourn
[02:26.388]The step is hard that tears away the roots
[02:28.898]And says goodbye to friends and family
[02:34.419]The fathers and the mothers weep
[02:36.676]The children cannot comprehend
[02:42.697]But when there is a promised land
[02:44.453]The brave will go and others follow
[02:50.726]The beauty of the human spirit
[02:52.732]Is the will to try our dreams
[02:59.005]And so the masses teemed across the ocean
[03:01.011]To a land of peace and hope
[03:07.283]But no one heard a voice or saw a light
[03:09.290]As they were tumbled onto shore
[03:15.310]And none was welcomed by the echo of the phrase
[03:18.824]"I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
[03:32.372]Blessed are the persecuted
[03:41.653]And blessed are the pure in heart
[03:52.016]Blessed are the merciful
[04:01.301]And blessed are the ones who mourn

作词 : Joan Baez
作曲 : Ennio Morricone
Give to me your tired and your poor
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me."
Blessed are the persecuted
And blessed are the pure in heart
Blessed are the merciful
And blessed are the ones who mourn
The step is hard that tears away the roots
And says goodbye to friends and family
The fathers and the mothers weep
The children cannot comprehend
But when there is a promised land
The brave will go and others follow
The beauty of the human spirit
Is the will to try our dreams
And so the masses teemed across the ocean
To a land of peace and hope
But no one heard a voice or saw a light
As they were tumbled onto shore
And none was welcomed by the echo of the phrase
"I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
Blessed are the persecuted
And blessed are the pure in heart
Blessed are the merciful
And blessed are the ones who mourn