Morning in the Bath Abbey 歌词

歌曲	Morning in the Bath Abbey
歌手	Spirit of the West
专辑	Star Trails
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	作曲 : Ditrich, Kelly, Mann, McMillan ...
	I feel so gentle that the lord seeps in
	On the back of the organ's reedy din
	Here where the concert choirs rehearse
	Here where dead poets wax their worst
	I take comfort here, hanging with the dead
	Sticks, stones, buried bones soothe my sorry head
	And as I curse and dig around for the minimum two pounds
	I'm forced to drop a fiver in; it hits the plate without a sound
	I feel so gentle that the lord seeps in
	On the back of the organ's reedy din
	Here where the concert choirs rehearse
	Here where dead poets wax their worst
	Lives tallied up, chiseled out in one pathetic verse
	The crap epitaph brings up a phlemy laugh so hard it hurts
	Outside cats and dogs await, they're bouncing off the roof
	I'm dry amonst the rows of pews, look like like shit and reek of booze
	I feel so gentle that the lord seeps in
	On the back of the organ's reedy din
	Here where the concert choirs rehearse
	Here where dead poets wax their worst
	I feel so gentle that the lord seeps in
	On the back of the organ's reedy din
	Here where the concert choirs rehearse
	Here where dead poets wax their worst
	I take comfort here, hanging with the dead
	Sticks, stones, buried bones soothe my sorry head
	And as I curse and dig around for the minimum two pounds
	I'm forced to drop a fiver in; it hits the plate without a sound
	I feel so gentle that the lord seeps in
	On the back of the organ's reedy din
	Here where the concert choirs rehearse
	Here where dead poets wax their worst
	Lives tallied up, chiseled out in one pathetic verse
	The crap epitaph brings up a phlemy laugh so hard it hurts
	Outside cats and dogs await, they're bouncing off the rof
	I'm dry amonst the rows of pews, look like like shit and reek of booze
	I feel so gentle that the lord seeps in
	On the back of the organ's reedy din
	Here where the concert choirs rehearse
	Here where dead poets wax their worst

	zuo qu : Ditrich, Kelly, Mann, McMillan ...
	I feel so gentle that the lord seeps in
	On the back of the organ' s reedy din
	Here where the concert choirs rehearse
	Here where dead poets wax their worst
	I take comfort here, hanging with the dead
	Sticks, stones, buried bones soothe my sorry head
	And as I curse and dig around for the minimum two pounds
	I' m forced to drop a fiver in it hits the plate without a sound
	I feel so gentle that the lord seeps in
	On the back of the organ' s reedy din
	Here where the concert choirs rehearse
	Here where dead poets wax their worst
	Lives tallied up, chiseled out in one pathetic verse
	The crap epitaph brings up a phlemy laugh so hard it hurts
	Outside cats and dogs await, they' re bouncing off the roof
	I' m dry amonst the rows of pews, look like like shit and reek of booze
	I feel so gentle that the lord seeps in
	On the back of the organ' s reedy din
	Here where the concert choirs rehearse
	Here where dead poets wax their worst
	I feel so gentle that the lord seeps in
	On the back of the organ' s reedy din
	Here where the concert choirs rehearse
	Here where dead poets wax their worst
	I take comfort here, hanging with the dead
	Sticks, stones, buried bones soothe my sorry head
	And as I curse and dig around for the minimum two pounds
	I' m forced to drop a fiver in it hits the plate without a sound
	I feel so gentle that the lord seeps in
	On the back of the organ' s reedy din
	Here where the concert choirs rehearse
	Here where dead poets wax their worst
	Lives tallied up, chiseled out in one pathetic verse
	The crap epitaph brings up a phlemy laugh so hard it hurts
	Outside cats and dogs await, they' re bouncing off the rof
	I' m dry amonst the rows of pews, look like like shit and reek of booze
	I feel so gentle that the lord seeps in
	On the back of the organ' s reedy din
	Here where the concert choirs rehearse
	Here where dead poets wax their worst

	zuò qǔ : Ditrich, Kelly, Mann, McMillan ...
	I feel so gentle that the lord seeps in
	On the back of the organ' s reedy din
	Here where the concert choirs rehearse
	Here where dead poets wax their worst
	I take comfort here, hanging with the dead
	Sticks, stones, buried bones soothe my sorry head
	And as I curse and dig around for the minimum two pounds
	I' m forced to drop a fiver in it hits the plate without a sound
	I feel so gentle that the lord seeps in
	On the back of the organ' s reedy din
	Here where the concert choirs rehearse
	Here where dead poets wax their worst
	Lives tallied up, chiseled out in one pathetic verse
	The crap epitaph brings up a phlemy laugh so hard it hurts
	Outside cats and dogs await, they' re bouncing off the roof
	I' m dry amonst the rows of pews, look like like shit and reek of booze
	I feel so gentle that the lord seeps in
	On the back of the organ' s reedy din
	Here where the concert choirs rehearse
	Here where dead poets wax their worst
	I feel so gentle that the lord seeps in
	On the back of the organ' s reedy din
	Here where the concert choirs rehearse
	Here where dead poets wax their worst
	I take comfort here, hanging with the dead
	Sticks, stones, buried bones soothe my sorry head
	And as I curse and dig around for the minimum two pounds
	I' m forced to drop a fiver in it hits the plate without a sound
	I feel so gentle that the lord seeps in
	On the back of the organ' s reedy din
	Here where the concert choirs rehearse
	Here where dead poets wax their worst
	Lives tallied up, chiseled out in one pathetic verse
	The crap epitaph brings up a phlemy laugh so hard it hurts
	Outside cats and dogs await, they' re bouncing off the rof
	I' m dry amonst the rows of pews, look like like shit and reek of booze
	I feel so gentle that the lord seeps in
	On the back of the organ' s reedy din
	Here where the concert choirs rehearse
	Here where dead poets wax their worst

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