歌曲 | The Fool on the Hill |
歌手 | Gal Costa |
专辑 | Gal Bossa Tropical |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Day after day alone on a hill | |
The man with the foolish grin | |
Is keeping perfectly still | |
But nobody wants to know him | |
They can see that he´s just a fool | |
And he never gives an answer | |
But the fool on the hill | |
Sees the sun going down | |
And the eyes in his head | |
See the world sprinning round | |
Well on the way, head in a cloud | |
The man of a thousand voices | |
Is talking perfectly loud | |
But nobody ever hears him | |
Or the sound he appears to make | |
And he never seems to notice | |
But the fool on the hill | |
Sees the sun going down | |
And the eyes in his head | |
See the world sprinning round | |
And nobody seems to like him | |
They can tell what he wants to do | |
And he never show his feelings | |
But the fool on the hill | |
Sees the sun going down | |
And the eyes in his head | |
See the world sprinning round | |
And he never listens to them | |
He knows that they´re the fools | |
They don´t like him | |
The fool on the hill | |
Sees the sun going down | |
And the eyes in his head | |
See the world sprinning round | |
Day after day | |
Day after day | |
Day after day | |
Day after day. |
Day after day alone on a hill | |
The man with the foolish grin | |
Is keeping perfectly still | |
But nobody wants to know him | |
They can see that he s just a fool | |
And he never gives an answer | |
But the fool on the hill | |
Sees the sun going down | |
And the eyes in his head | |
See the world sprinning round | |
Well on the way, head in a cloud | |
The man of a thousand voices | |
Is talking perfectly loud | |
But nobody ever hears him | |
Or the sound he appears to make | |
And he never seems to notice | |
But the fool on the hill | |
Sees the sun going down | |
And the eyes in his head | |
See the world sprinning round | |
And nobody seems to like him | |
They can tell what he wants to do | |
And he never show his feelings | |
But the fool on the hill | |
Sees the sun going down | |
And the eyes in his head | |
See the world sprinning round | |
And he never listens to them | |
He knows that they re the fools | |
They don t like him | |
The fool on the hill | |
Sees the sun going down | |
And the eyes in his head | |
See the world sprinning round | |
Day after day | |
Day after day | |
Day after day | |
Day after day. |
Day after day alone on a hill | |
The man with the foolish grin | |
Is keeping perfectly still | |
But nobody wants to know him | |
They can see that he s just a fool | |
And he never gives an answer | |
But the fool on the hill | |
Sees the sun going down | |
And the eyes in his head | |
See the world sprinning round | |
Well on the way, head in a cloud | |
The man of a thousand voices | |
Is talking perfectly loud | |
But nobody ever hears him | |
Or the sound he appears to make | |
And he never seems to notice | |
But the fool on the hill | |
Sees the sun going down | |
And the eyes in his head | |
See the world sprinning round | |
And nobody seems to like him | |
They can tell what he wants to do | |
And he never show his feelings | |
But the fool on the hill | |
Sees the sun going down | |
And the eyes in his head | |
See the world sprinning round | |
And he never listens to them | |
He knows that they re the fools | |
They don t like him | |
The fool on the hill | |
Sees the sun going down | |
And the eyes in his head | |
See the world sprinning round | |
Day after day | |
Day after day | |
Day after day | |
Day after day. |