Aqualung

Aqualung 歌词

歌曲 Aqualung
歌手 Jethro Tull
专辑 Live In Montreaux 2003
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作词 : Anderson, Anderson
Sitting on a park bench --
Eyeing ittle girls with bad intent.
Snot running down his nose --
Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.
Drying in the cold sun --
Watching as the frilly panties run.
Feeling like a dead duck --
Spitting out pieces of his broken luck.
Sun streaking cold --
An old man wandering lonely.
Taking time
The only way he knows.
Leg hurting bad,
As he bends to pick a dog-end --
He goes down to the bog
And warms his feet.
Feeling alone --
The army's up the rode
Salvation ?la mode and
A cup of tea.
Aqualung my friend --
Don't start away uneasy
You poor old sod, you see, it's only me.
Do you still remember
December's foggy freeze --
When the ice that
Clings on to your beard is
Screaming agony.
And you snatch your rattling last breaths
With deep-sea-diver sounds,
And the flowers bloom like
Madness in the spring.
zuo ci : Anderson, Anderson
Sitting on a park bench
Eyeing ittle girls with bad intent.
Snot running down his nose
Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.
Drying in the cold sun
Watching as the frilly panties run.
Feeling like a dead duck
Spitting out pieces of his broken luck.
Sun streaking cold
An old man wandering lonely.
Taking time
The only way he knows.
Leg hurting bad,
As he bends to pick a dogend
He goes down to the bog
And warms his feet.
Feeling alone
The army' s up the rode
Salvation ? la mode and
A cup of tea.
Aqualung my friend
Don' t start away uneasy
You poor old sod, you see, it' s only me.
Do you still remember
December' s foggy freeze
When the ice that
Clings on to your beard is
Screaming agony.
And you snatch your rattling last breaths
With deepseadiver sounds,
And the flowers bloom like
Madness in the spring.
zuò cí : Anderson, Anderson
Sitting on a park bench
Eyeing ittle girls with bad intent.
Snot running down his nose
Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.
Drying in the cold sun
Watching as the frilly panties run.
Feeling like a dead duck
Spitting out pieces of his broken luck.
Sun streaking cold
An old man wandering lonely.
Taking time
The only way he knows.
Leg hurting bad,
As he bends to pick a dogend
He goes down to the bog
And warms his feet.
Feeling alone
The army' s up the rode
Salvation ? la mode and
A cup of tea.
Aqualung my friend
Don' t start away uneasy
You poor old sod, you see, it' s only me.
Do you still remember
December' s foggy freeze
When the ice that
Clings on to your beard is
Screaming agony.
And you snatch your rattling last breaths
With deepseadiver sounds,
And the flowers bloom like
Madness in the spring.
Aqualung 歌词
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