MỘT BỘ PHIM TÀI LIỆU CỰC KỲ QUÝ GIÁ , những hình ảnh chân thực về một thế hệ thanh niên Trung Quốc yêu chuộng tự do dân chủ đã hiên ngang sống và chết trước họng súng của bạo quyền Cộng Sản , hình ảnh người anh hùng vô danh đứng chặn đoàn xe tăng đang tiến vào quãng trường Thiên An môn mãi mãi làm rung động biết bao con tim nhân loại . Ngày đó những thanh niên Trung Quốc đã nắm tay nhau giương cao biểu ngữ : GIVE ME DEMOCRACY OR GIVE ME DEATH
BLOOD
IS ON THE SQUARE words and
music by Phillip Morgan A song was heard in China in the city of Beijing. In the
spring of 1989 you could hear the people sing. And it was the song of freedom
that was ringing in the square, the world could feel the passion of the people
gathered there. Oh children, blood is on the square. For many nights and many
days, waiting in the square. “To build a better nation” was the song that echoed
there. “For we are China’s children, we love our native land, for brotherhood
and freedom we are joining hand in hand.” Oh children, blood is on the square.
Then came the People’s army with trucks and tanks and guns. The government was
frightened of their daughters and their sons. But in the square was courage and
a vision true and fair, the Army of the People would not harm the young ones
there. Oh children, blood is on the square. On June the 3rd in China, in the
spring of ’89, an order came from high above and passed on down the line. The
soldiers opened fire, young people bled and died, the blood of thousands on the
square that lies can never hide. Oh children, blood is on the square. For four
more days of fury the people faced the guns. How many thousands slaughtered when
their grisly work was done? they quickly burned the bodies to hide their
coward’s shame, but blood is thick upon their hands and darkness on their names.
Oh children, blood is on the square. There are tears that flow in China for her
children that are gone. There is fear and there is hiding, for the killing still
goes on. And the iron hand of terror can buy silence for today, but the blood
that lies upon the square cannot be washed away. Oh children, blood is on the
square.
