Song of shirt
Hood [England]
Finger wear, pain and acid,
The eyelids are so heavy that I can't open my eyes.
Wearing rags that don't look like women,
A woman is flying needles.
-Sewing! Sew! Sew!
Poor and dirty, hungry and hungry,
But she still used a sad tone.
Sing this Song of Shirts!
"labor! Work! Work!
When the cock just crows in the distance!
Work! Work! Work!
Until the stars shine on the leaking house!
Ah! It's like being a slave,
Working in a savage pagan country,
Where women have no soul to ascend;
Is this Christian labor?
"Labor-labor-labor.
Until the brain is dizzy;
Labor labor labor.
Until your eyes are dim.
Keywords coal seam, corner material, belt,
Keywords belt, corner material, seam,
Until I fell asleep buttoning my buttons,
I'm still sewing when I dream!
"Man, you also have sisters,
Men also have wives and mothers!
You're not wearing a linen shirt,
But human life!
Sew-sew-sew,
Suffering from poverty and hunger, there is dirt everywhere,
I sewed a shirt on one side with double thread.
When sewing the shroud.
"Why talk about death? ——
That terrible ghost like a skeleton,
I'm not afraid of his terrible image,
He and I are so similar in image;
He and I are so similar in image,
Because all the years are my fasting period;
Oh, my God! Why is bread so expensive?
And flesh and blood are so cheap!
"Labor-labor-labor!
I never slack off in my work.
What is the reward? -A crust of bread
Ragged clothes, a bed of wheat straw.
The roof is crumbling and the ground is empty.
The table is crooked, the chair is broken,
I can only thank you for your isolation from my family.
My shadow sometimes adorns it.
"Labor-labor-labor!
With the dull bell,
Labor-labor-labor-
It's like a prisoner atoning!
Keywords belt, corner material, seam,
Keywords coal seam, corner material, belt,
Until my heart ached and my mind was slow,
Like that tired finger.
"Labor-labor-labor,
In the haze of December,
Labor-labor-labor,
In warm and sunny weather,-
When the swallows come back to nest,
Holding a nest under the eaves,
Show me the tanned back,
Laugh at me with spring.
"How sweet primroses and primroses are,
I wish I could breathe their fragrance,
I wish I had a blue sky above my head.
I wish I had stepped on the grass,
Even if it's only a short hour,
Relive lost happiness,
I didn't know the burden of poverty at that time,
I wonder if walking is at the expense of eating?
"Oh, I wish I could have an hour!
One breath, no matter how short!
Not the pleasure and leisure of love and hope,
All I want is time to lament!
If you cry, you will feel a little relieved.
But a sea of bitter and salty tears
But dare not overflow, because every tear
Will hinder the needle and thread!
"seams, trims, belts,
Keywords belt, corner material, seam,
Labor, labor, labor,
Work like a steam engine!
Man is just a machine, wood and iron.
Serve the god of wealth without rest,
No brain to think and go crazy,
No heart to feel and break! "
Finger wear, pain and acid,
The eyelids are so heavy that I can't open my eyes.
Wearing rags that don't look like women,
A woman is flying needles.
-Sewing! Sew! Sew!
Poor and dirty, hungry and hungry,
But she still used a sad tone.
I hope this song will reach the ears of the rich.
Sing this Song of Shirts!