不好意思啊，，这歌我是从西点下的，，那里不准外部引用，只能下载
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所以只能让各位在百度上试听，歌名叫《BLOOD ON THE RISERS》
He was just a rookie trooper and he surely shook with fright.
He checked off his equipment and made sure his pack was tight.
He had to sit and listen to those awful engines roar.
You ain't gonna jump no more.
Chorus:
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
He ain't gonna jump no more.
"Is everybody happy?" cried the sergeant looking up.
Our hero feebly answered, "Yes", and then they stood him up.
He jumped into the icy blast, his static line unhooked.
And he ain't gonna jump no more.
He counted long, he counted loud, he waited for the shock.
He felt the wind, he felt the cold, he felt the awful drop.
The silk from his reserve spilled out and wrapped around his legs.
And he ain't gonna jump no more.
The risers swung around his neck, connectors cracked his dome.
Suspension lines were tied in knots around his skinny bones.
The canopy became his shroud, he hurtled to the ground.
And he ain't gonna jump no more.
The days he lived and loved and laughed kept running through his mind.
He thought about the girl back home, the one he left behind.
He thought about the medicos and wondered what they'd find.
And he ain't gonna jump no more.
The ambulance was on the spot, the jeeps were running wild.
The medics jumped and screamed with glee, rolled up their sleeves and smiled.
For it had been a week or more since last a 'chute had failed.
And he ain't gonna jump no more.
He hit the ground, the sound was "Splat," his blood went spurting high.
His comrades they were heard to say, "A helluva way to die."
He lay there rolling 'round in the welter of his gore.
And he ain't gonna jump no more.
There was blood upon the risers, there were brains upon the 'chute.
Intestines were a-dangling from his paratrooper suit.
He was a mess, they picked him up and poured him from his boots.
And he ain't gonna jump no more.
他仅仅是一个新兵蛋子（新的伞兵），他真的在战斗中颤栗，他核对他的装备，打紧他的伞包，他不得不坐在机舱中听着烦躁的引擎咆哮。你再也不想多跳一次。
复唱：
盖瑞，盖瑞，他妈的糟糕的死法；盖瑞，盖瑞，他妈的糟糕的死法；盖瑞，盖瑞，他吗的糟糕的死法。他再也不想多跳一次。
“有人高兴吗？”军士长大声喊着看去，我们的英雄们微弱的回答：是！，然后他们使自己站起来，跳进冰冷的疾风中，降落伞从伞钩上解脱。他再也不想多跳一次。
他用长长的洪亮的声音数着，等待开伞那一刹的强大震动，他感觉到风，感觉到寒冷，感觉到可怕的下降，伞从伞包冲飞出，将他的腿缠绕。他再也不想多跳一次。
伞绳缠住他的脖子，将他包裹在伞蓬中，伞绳死死的缠绕在他瘦弱的身体上，伞衣成了他的寿衣，他高速坠向地面。他再也不想多跳一次。
那天他还想着生活、想着爱情，欢笑着飞奔，他想带女孩回家；他左后面一个兄弟在想军医如何能找到他。他再也不想多跳一次。
脚下有了平衡，吉普在野地上飞驰，军医跳了下来，苦笑着卷起袖子；为了这个从一周前甚至更长．．．．．．自从降落伞失效后。他再也不想多跳一次。
他砸在地面上，传出液体飞溅的声音，鲜血从他身上高高的喷出，他的战友中有人说了声：“这是个糟糕的死法！”他再也不想多跳一次。
鲜血粘在伞绳上，脑浆在．．．降落伞上，肠子挂在伞兵衣外摇晃，他是一团糟了，他的战友将他收拾起来放进了他的军靴里。他再也不想多跳一次。
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