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The Golden Age of Steam

	作词 : Hackett
	12 years old in Amsterdam in 1939
	A blue-eyed boy my clean complexion always got me by
	A boy with real potential sold secrets by the score
	Where refugees were hiding I'd just point out the doors
	In the golden age of steam I learned those German songs
	I had to stay alive there was no right or wrong
	In the golden age of steam
	The fatherland was rising the world would hear the roar
	Both sides fed and trusted me by 1944
	Trains ran on time those days oiling the machine
	Smoke rose up like serpents I was barely seventeen
	In the golden age of steam
	It's over now but not somehow
	I was a hero then to many men
	Switzerland was a short ride for an eager blond haired boy
	With a silver smile and loaded with jewellery to enjoy
	Maybe one day they'll come for me they'll take me from my bed
	A soldier of fortune that's what my passport read
	In the golden age of steam

	zuò cí : Hackett
	12 years old in Amsterdam in 1939
	A blueeyed boy my clean complexion always got me by
	A boy with real potential sold secrets by the score
	Where refugees were hiding I' d just point out the doors
	In the golden age of steam I learned those German songs
	I had to stay alive there was no right or wrong
	In the golden age of steam
	The fatherland was rising the world would hear the roar
	Both sides fed and trusted me by 1944
	Trains ran on time those days oiling the machine
	Smoke rose up like serpents I was barely seventeen
	In the golden age of steam
	It' s over now but not somehow
	I was a hero then to many men
	Switzerland was a short ride for an eager blond haired boy
	With a silver smile and loaded with jewellery to enjoy
	Maybe one day they' ll come for me they' ll take me from my bed
	A soldier of fortune that' s what my passport read
	In the golden age of steam