โหลดเพลง mp3 The Ballad Of Ira Hayes (Live at Madison Square Garden, New York, NY - December 1969) - Johnny Cash
ฟังเพลง โหลดเพลง The Ballad Of Ira Hayes (Live at Madison Square Garden, New York, NY - December 1969) download mp3 เพลง The Ballad Of Ira Hayes (Live at Madison Square Garden, New York, NY - December 1969) จากศิลปิน Johnny Cash ได้ที่นี่
โหลด mp3
โหลด mp3 เพลง The Ballad Of Ira Hayes (Live at Madison Square Garden, New York, NY - December 1969) เวอร์ชั่นอื่นๆ
ฟังเพลง The Ballad Of Ira Hayes (Live at Madison Square Garden, New York, NY - December 1969) ออนไลน์
ฟังเพลงบน JOOX
ฟังเพลง The Ballad Of Ira Hayes (Live at Madison Square Garden, New York, NY - December 1969) ได้ที่ joox
ฟังเพลงบน Spotify
ฟังเพลง The Ballad Of Ira Hayes (Live at Madison Square Garden, New York, NY - December 1969) ได้ที่ spotify
ดู MV บน Youtube
ฟังเพลง The Ballad Of Ira Hayes (Live at Madison Square Garden, New York, NY - December 1969) ได้ที่ youtube
The Ballad Of Ira Hayes - Johnny Cash Call him drunken Ira Hayes He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinking Indian Nor the Marine that went to war
Gather round me people there's a story I would tell
About a brave young Indian you should remember well
From the land of the Pima Indian A proud and noble band Who farmed the Phoenix valley in Arizona land
Down the ditches for a thousand years The water grew Ira's peoples crops Till the white man stole the water rights And the sparkling water stopped
Now Ira's folks were hungry
And their land grew crops of weeds When war came, Ira volunteered And forgot the white man's greed
Call him drunken Ira Hayes He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinking Indian Nor the Marine that went to war
There they battled up Iwo Jima's hill, Two hundred and fifty men But only twenty-seven lived to walk back down again
And when the fight was over And when Old Glory raised
Among 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 Nor the Marine that went to war
Ira returned a hero Celebrated through the land
He was wined and speeched and honored;
Everybody shook his hand
But he was just a Pima Indian
No water, no crops, no chance At home nobody cared what Ira'd done And when did the Indians dance
Then Ira started drinking hard;
Jail was often his home They'd let him raise the flag and lower it like you'd throw a dog a bone!
He died drunk one morning Alone in the land he fought to save
Two inches of water in a lonely ditch Was a grave for Ira Hayes
Call him drunken Ira Hayes He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinking Indian Nor the Marine that went to war
Yeah, call him drunken Ira Hayes
But his land is just as dry
And his ghost is lying thirsty In the ditch where Ira died