歌曲 | Life in Tenement Square |
歌手 | Flogging Molly |
专辑 | Swagger |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Donovan, Hensley, King ... | |
Well, I kissed the day, | |
I was on my way | |
From those cold gray blocks of stone | |
For seventeen years of squalor filled tears | |
A time now with innocence lost | |
As the sun split the room | |
With its rays filled with gloom | |
Turnin' all hope to despair | |
And the only thing left was to flee from the nest | |
That was life in a | |
Tenement Square | |
I remember the song where the rats sang along | |
And danced for their daily bread | |
While the damp washed the walls that were twenty feet tall | |
Not a child in the house was fed | |
On the porter filled face, of the men left a trace | |
Of the coin they had already spent | |
While our mothers asked | |
God, "What was Hell ever forWhen you lived in a Tenement Square?" | |
Grab what's left of the coal from the ol' cubbyhole | |
These cinders need more to be a fire | |
While the ghosts of the soldiers that lived there before us | |
Laugh with their guns by their side | |
I hear them laugh with their guns by their side | |
Now politicians they dwell in that forgotten hell | |
Our misery's been turned into mews | |
Where the fat of the land, now hog, hand-in-hand | |
A crime now of life was ever true | |
As the sun split the room with its rays filled with gloom | |
Turnin' all hope to despair | |
And the only thing left was to flee from the nest | |
That was life in a | |
Tenement Square |
zuo qu : Donovan, Hensley, King ... | |
Well, I kissed the day, | |
I was on my way | |
From those cold gray blocks of stone | |
For seventeen years of squalor filled tears | |
A time now with innocence lost | |
As the sun split the room | |
With its rays filled with gloom | |
Turnin' all hope to despair | |
And the only thing left was to flee from the nest | |
That was life in a | |
Tenement Square | |
I remember the song where the rats sang along | |
And danced for their daily bread | |
While the damp washed the walls that were twenty feet tall | |
Not a child in the house was fed | |
On the porter filled face, of the men left a trace | |
Of the coin they had already spent | |
While our mothers asked | |
God, " What was Hell ever forWhen you lived in a Tenement Square?" | |
Grab what' s left of the coal from the ol' cubbyhole | |
These cinders need more to be a fire | |
While the ghosts of the soldiers that lived there before us | |
Laugh with their guns by their side | |
I hear them laugh with their guns by their side | |
Now politicians they dwell in that forgotten hell | |
Our misery' s been turned into mews | |
Where the fat of the land, now hog, handinhand | |
A crime now of life was ever true | |
As the sun split the room with its rays filled with gloom | |
Turnin' all hope to despair | |
And the only thing left was to flee from the nest | |
That was life in a | |
Tenement Square |
zuò qǔ : Donovan, Hensley, King ... | |
Well, I kissed the day, | |
I was on my way | |
From those cold gray blocks of stone | |
For seventeen years of squalor filled tears | |
A time now with innocence lost | |
As the sun split the room | |
With its rays filled with gloom | |
Turnin' all hope to despair | |
And the only thing left was to flee from the nest | |
That was life in a | |
Tenement Square | |
I remember the song where the rats sang along | |
And danced for their daily bread | |
While the damp washed the walls that were twenty feet tall | |
Not a child in the house was fed | |
On the porter filled face, of the men left a trace | |
Of the coin they had already spent | |
While our mothers asked | |
God, " What was Hell ever forWhen you lived in a Tenement Square?" | |
Grab what' s left of the coal from the ol' cubbyhole | |
These cinders need more to be a fire | |
While the ghosts of the soldiers that lived there before us | |
Laugh with their guns by their side | |
I hear them laugh with their guns by their side | |
Now politicians they dwell in that forgotten hell | |
Our misery' s been turned into mews | |
Where the fat of the land, now hog, handinhand | |
A crime now of life was ever true | |
As the sun split the room with its rays filled with gloom | |
Turnin' all hope to despair | |
And the only thing left was to flee from the nest | |
That was life in a | |
Tenement Square |