[00:00.00] 作词 : Bill Withers
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Bill Withers
[00:07.62]I can't write left handed
[00:10.89]Would you please write a letter to my mother
[00:14.19]Tell her to tell the family lawyer
[00:21.42]Try to get a deferment for my younger brother
[00:23.73]Tell the Reverend
[00:26.58]Harris to pray for me, lord, lord, lord
[00:46.41]I ain't gonna live,
[00:50.91]I don't believe
[00:54.36]I'm going to live to get much older
[00:59.46]Strange little man over here in
[01:06.90]Vietnam, I ain't never
[01:20.73]Bless his heart
[01:21.57]I ain't never done nothin' to, he done shot me in my shoulder
[01:37.89]Boot camp we had classes
[03:50.88]You know we talked about fightin', fightin' everyday
[04:03.93]And lookin' through rosy, rosy colored glasses
[04:16.62]I must admit it seemed exciting anyway
[04:30.45]But something that day overlooked to tell me
[04:43.83]Bullet look better
[04:47.46]I must say
[05:00.84]Rather when they comin' at you.
[05:13.20]But go without the other way
[05:21.63]And please call up the
[05:26.10]Reverend Harris
[05:34.50]And tell him to ask the lord to do some good things for me
[05:48.72]Tell him,
[05:49.71]I ain't gonna live,
[05:50.76]I ain't gonna live,
[05:51.93]I ain't gonna live to get much older
[06:10.44]Strange little man over here in
[06:14.31]Vietnam, I ain't never seen, bless his heart
[06:18.09]I ain't never done nothing to, he done shot me in my shoulder

作词 : Bill Withers
作曲 : Bill Withers
I can't write left handed
Would you please write a letter to my mother
Tell her to tell the family lawyer
Try to get a deferment for my younger brother
Tell the Reverend
Harris to pray for me, lord, lord, lord
I ain't gonna live,
I don't believe
I'm going to live to get much older
Strange little man over here in
Vietnam, I ain't never
Bless his heart
I ain't never done nothin' to, he done shot me in my shoulder
Boot camp we had classes
You know we talked about fightin', fightin' everyday
And lookin' through rosy, rosy colored glasses
I must admit it seemed exciting anyway
But something that day overlooked to tell me
Bullet look better
I must say
Rather when they comin' at you.
But go without the other way
And please call up the
Reverend Harris
And tell him to ask the lord to do some good things for me
Tell him,
I ain't gonna live,
I ain't gonna live,
I ain't gonna live to get much older
Strange little man over here in
Vietnam, I ain't never seen, bless his heart
I ain't never done nothing to, he done shot me in my shoulder