[00:00.000] 作曲 : Joe Hill
[00:08.334]As we come marching, marching in the beauty of the day,
[00:16.480]A million darkened kitchens, a thousand mills lofts gray
[00:24.611]Are brightened by the beauty a sudden sun discloses,
[00:32.773]And the people hear us singing, “Bread and Roses, Bread and Roses!”
[00:49.085]As we come marching, marching, we battle too for men
[00:57.220]For they are in this struggle, and together we can win.
[01:05.516]Our lives shall not be sweated from birth until life closes.
[01:13.290]Hearts can starve as well as bodies: “Give us Bread, but give us Roses.”
[01:29.692]As we come marching, marching, a hundred million dead
[01:37.837]Go crying through our singing their ancient cry for bread.
[01:45.927]Small art and love and beauty their drudging spirits knew.
[01:53.963]Yes, it is bread we fight for, but we fight for roses, too.
[02:10.265]As we come marching, marching, we’re standing proud and tall;
[02:18.244]The rising of the women is the rising of us all.
[02:26.209]No more the drudge and idler, ten that toil where one reposes,
[02:34.313]But a sharing of life’s glories: “Bread and Roses, Bread and Roses!”
[02:50.510]As we come marching, marching, in the beauty of the day,
[02:58.665]A million darkened kitchens and a thousand mill lofts gray
[03:06.590]Are brightened by the beauty a sudden sun discloses,
[03:14.697]And the people hear us singing, “Bread and Roses, Bread and Roses!”
[03:22.597]And the people hear us singing, “Bread and Roses, Bread and Roses!”

作曲 : Joe Hill
As we come marching, marching in the beauty of the day,
A million darkened kitchens, a thousand mills lofts gray
Are brightened by the beauty a sudden sun discloses,
And the people hear us singing, “Bread and Roses, Bread and Roses!”
As we come marching, marching, we battle too for men
For they are in this struggle, and together we can win.
Our lives shall not be sweated from birth until life closes.
Hearts can starve as well as bodies: “Give us Bread, but give us Roses.”
As we come marching, marching, a hundred million dead
Go crying through our singing their ancient cry for bread.
Small art and love and beauty their drudging spirits knew.
Yes, it is bread we fight for, but we fight for roses, too.
As we come marching, marching, we’re standing proud and tall;
The rising of the women is the rising of us all.
No more the drudge and idler, ten that toil where one reposes,
But a sharing of life’s glories: “Bread and Roses, Bread and Roses!”
As we come marching, marching, in the beauty of the day,
A million darkened kitchens and a thousand mill lofts gray
Are brightened by the beauty a sudden sun discloses,
And the people hear us singing, “Bread and Roses, Bread and Roses!”
And the people hear us singing, “Bread and Roses, Bread and Roses!”