Watching the Bobbins 歌词

	作词 : Hoover, Latimer
	Latimer/Hoover
	Watching the bobbins, go up and down.
	Fine Irish linen for a ladies gown.
	One shirt a penny, seven in a tag; ten hours a day and her heart begins to drag.
	This never ending cycle goes on.
	But she promised she would never stay... for long.
	Rocking the treadle, ache in her soul.
	She keeps the rhythm and it takes a toll.
	Threading the needle, strains in her eyes.
	Old withered fingers steal her young girl's pride
	She's saving every penny she earns, because the passion for her freedom still burns.

	zuo ci : Hoover, Latimer
	Latimer Hoover
	Watching the bobbins, go up and down.
	Fine Irish linen for a ladies gown.
	One shirt a penny, seven in a tag ten hours a day and her heart begins to drag.
	This never ending cycle goes on.
	But she promised she would never stay... for long.
	Rocking the treadle, ache in her soul.
	She keeps the rhythm and it takes a toll.
	Threading the needle, strains in her eyes.
	Old withered fingers steal her young girl' s pride
	She' s saving every penny she earns, because the passion for her freedom still burns.

	zuò cí : Hoover, Latimer
	Latimer Hoover
	Watching the bobbins, go up and down.
	Fine Irish linen for a ladies gown.
	One shirt a penny, seven in a tag ten hours a day and her heart begins to drag.
	This never ending cycle goes on.
	But she promised she would never stay... for long.
	Rocking the treadle, ache in her soul.
	She keeps the rhythm and it takes a toll.
	Threading the needle, strains in her eyes.
	Old withered fingers steal her young girl' s pride
	She' s saving every penny she earns, because the passion for her freedom still burns.

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