歌曲 | Too Old to Rock 'N' Roll: Too Young to Die |
歌手 | Jethro Tull |
专辑 | A Little Light Music [live] |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Anderson | |
The old Rocker wore his hair too long, | |
wore his trouser cuffs too tight. | |
Unfashionable to the end --- drank his ale too light. | |
Death's head belt buckle --- yesterday's dreams --- | |
the transport caf' prophet of doom. | |
Ringing no change in his double-sewn seams | |
in his post-war-babe gloom. | |
Now he's too old to Rock'n'Roll but he's too young to die. | |
He once owned a Harley Davidson and a Triumph Bonneville. | |
Counted his friends in burned-out spark plugs | |
and prays that he always will. | |
But he's the last of the blue blood greaser boys | |
all of his mates are doing time: | |
married with three kids up by the ring road | |
sold their souls straight down the line. | |
And some of them own little sports cars | |
and meet at the tennis club do's. | |
For drinks on a Sunday --- work on Monday. | |
They've thrown away their blue suede shoes. | |
Now they're too old to Rock'n'Roll and they're too young to die. | |
So the old Rocker gets out his bike | |
to make a ton before he takes his leave. | |
Up on the A1 by Scotch Corner | |
just like it used to be. | |
And as he flies --- tears in his eyes --- | |
his wind-whipped words echo the final take | |
and he hits the trunk road doing around 120 | |
with no room left to brake. | |
And he was too old to Rock'n'Roll but he was too young to die. | |
No, you're never too old to Rock'n'Roll if you're too young to die. |
zuo ci : Anderson | |
The old Rocker wore his hair too long, | |
wore his trouser cuffs too tight. | |
Unfashionable to the end drank his ale too light. | |
Death' s head belt buckle yesterday' s dreams | |
the transport caf' prophet of doom. | |
Ringing no change in his doublesewn seams | |
in his postwarbabe gloom. | |
Now he' s too old to Rock' n' Roll but he' s too young to die. | |
He once owned a Harley Davidson and a Triumph Bonneville. | |
Counted his friends in burnedout spark plugs | |
and prays that he always will. | |
But he' s the last of the blue blood greaser boys | |
all of his mates are doing time: | |
married with three kids up by the ring road | |
sold their souls straight down the line. | |
And some of them own little sports cars | |
and meet at the tennis club do' s. | |
For drinks on a Sunday work on Monday. | |
They' ve thrown away their blue suede shoes. | |
Now they' re too old to Rock' n' Roll and they' re too young to die. | |
So the old Rocker gets out his bike | |
to make a ton before he takes his leave. | |
Up on the A1 by Scotch Corner | |
just like it used to be. | |
And as he flies tears in his eyes | |
his windwhipped words echo the final take | |
and he hits the trunk road doing around 120 | |
with no room left to brake. | |
And he was too old to Rock' n' Roll but he was too young to die. | |
No, you' re never too old to Rock' n' Roll if you' re too young to die. |
zuò cí : Anderson | |
The old Rocker wore his hair too long, | |
wore his trouser cuffs too tight. | |
Unfashionable to the end drank his ale too light. | |
Death' s head belt buckle yesterday' s dreams | |
the transport caf' prophet of doom. | |
Ringing no change in his doublesewn seams | |
in his postwarbabe gloom. | |
Now he' s too old to Rock' n' Roll but he' s too young to die. | |
He once owned a Harley Davidson and a Triumph Bonneville. | |
Counted his friends in burnedout spark plugs | |
and prays that he always will. | |
But he' s the last of the blue blood greaser boys | |
all of his mates are doing time: | |
married with three kids up by the ring road | |
sold their souls straight down the line. | |
And some of them own little sports cars | |
and meet at the tennis club do' s. | |
For drinks on a Sunday work on Monday. | |
They' ve thrown away their blue suede shoes. | |
Now they' re too old to Rock' n' Roll and they' re too young to die. | |
So the old Rocker gets out his bike | |
to make a ton before he takes his leave. | |
Up on the A1 by Scotch Corner | |
just like it used to be. | |
And as he flies tears in his eyes | |
his windwhipped words echo the final take | |
and he hits the trunk road doing around 120 | |
with no room left to brake. | |
And he was too old to Rock' n' Roll but he was too young to die. | |
No, you' re never too old to Rock' n' Roll if you' re too young to die. |