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  • 作词 : Jagger, Richards
    作曲 : Keith Richards/Mick Jagger
    Let's drink to the hard working people
    Let's drink to the lowly of birth
    Raise your glass to the good and the evil
    Let's drink to the salt of the earth
    Say a prayer for the common foot soldier
    Spare a thought for his back breaking work
    Say a prayer for his wife and his children
    Who burn the fires and who still till the earth
    When I search a faceless crowd
    Swirling mass of grey and black and white
    They don't look real to me
    In fact they look so strange
    Raise your glass to the hard working people
    Let's drink to the uncounted head
    Let's think of the wavering millions
    Who want leaders but get gamblers instead
    Spare a thought for the stay-at-home voter
    His empty eyes gaze at strange beauty shows
    And a parade of gray suited grafters
    A choice of cancer or polio
    And when I search a faceless crowd
    Swirling mass of grey and black and white
    They don't look real to me
    In fact they look so strange
    Let's drink to the hard working people
    Let's think of the lowly of birth
    Spare a thought for the ragtaggy people
    Let's drink to the salt of the earth
    Let's drink to the hard working people
    Let's drink to the salt of the earth
    Let's think of the two thousand million
    Let's think of the humble of birth
  • 作词 : Jagger, Richards
    作曲 : Keith Richards/Mick Jagger
    Let's drink to the hard working people
    Let's drink to the lowly of birth
    Raise your glass to the good and the evil
    Let's drink to the salt of the earth
    Say a prayer for the common foot soldier
    Spare a thought for his back breaking work
    Say a prayer for his wife and his children
    Who burn the fires and who still till the earth
    When I search a faceless crowd
    Swirling mass of grey and black and white
    They don't look real to me
    In fact they look so strange
    Raise your glass to the hard working people
    Let's drink to the uncounted head
    Let's think of the wavering millions
    Who want leaders but get gamblers instead
    Spare a thought for the stay-at-home voter
    His empty eyes gaze at strange beauty shows
    And a parade of gray suited grafters
    A choice of cancer or polio
    And when I search a faceless crowd
    Swirling mass of grey and black and white
    They don't look real to me
    In fact they look so strange
    Let's drink to the hard working people
    Let's think of the lowly of birth
    Spare a thought for the ragtaggy people
    Let's drink to the salt of the earth
    Let's drink to the hard working people
    Let's drink to the salt of the earth
    Let's think of the two thousand million
    Let's think of the humble of birth