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Not with those men whose voices you can hear,Voices of death and
iron.
SERGEANT: Hell, they dont want to be swore in!
Your worship, is the
roastDone to your worships taste?
King Herod, King Herod,Now what will you
sayOf the child in the stableThis cold winter day?
It is nothing initself; it
is everything as an organ of government. Lords, nobles, kings, here in
Bethlehem,In our poor town? They grind us like dry wheat between the stones.
They land me in planes from the airand they shoot me up to the front in trucks
and scout cars .
Not with those men whose voices you can hear,Voices of death
and iron. Themen who passed it had been through a long hard war to make
theirfree state. NARRATOR: You can bomb Detroit from Brest. He is the tenth man
inall our history to wear the four silver stars of a full general. They did not
even look at me or pauseThough theres no other inn. Is it your business what
King Herod does?
Otherwise, Im justthe guy who occupies ground.
NARRATOR: Hear
that, you folks in the shops?
Its morning and we havent too much timeAnd the
days bitter cold. Cant a guy have a little dignity whenhes on the air?
LEAH:
Now, mistress, mistress, tis my fault not yours. They follow the poor shepherds
to the stable.
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