歌曲 | Too Old to Rock 'N' Roll: Too Young to Die |
歌手 | Jethro Tull |
专辑 | Too Old to Rock 'N' Roll: Too Young to Die! |
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[00:00.000] | 作词 : Anderson |
[00:17.20] | The old rocker wore his hair too long |
[00:23.48] | Wore his trouser cuffs too tight |
[00:29.92] | Unfashionable to the end - drank his ale too light |
[00:42.58] | Death's head belt buckle - yesterday's dreams |
[00:48.64] | The transport caf' prophet of doom |
[00:55.04] | Ringing no change in his double-sewn seams |
[01:01.44] | In his post-war-babe gloom |
[01:06.79] | Now he's too old to rock 'n' roll |
[01:14.70] | But he's too young to die |
[01:20.44] | |
[01:35.00] | He once owned a Harley Davidson and a Triumph Bonneville |
[01:47.47] | Counted his friends in burned-out spark plugs |
[01:54.33] | And prays that he always will |
[01:59.87] | But he's the last of the blue blood greaser boys |
[02:06.68] | All of his mates are doing time |
[02:13.19] | Married with three kids up by the ring road |
[02:19.72] | Sold their souls straight down the line |
[02:26.27] | And some of them own little sports cars |
[02:32.71] | And meet at the tennis club do's |
[02:39.31] | For drinks on a Sunday, work on Monday |
[02:45.69] | They've thrown away their blue suede shoes |
[02:50.92] | Now they're too old to rock 'n' roll |
[02:58.74] | And they're too young to die |
[03:16.26] | |
[03:34.78] | So the old rocker gets out his bike |
[03:41.38] | To make a ton before he takes his leave |
[03:47.97] | Up on the A1 by Scotch Corner |
[03:54.45] | Just like it used to be |
[04:00.87] | And as he flies, tears in his eyes |
[04:06.94] | His wind-whipped words echo the final take |
[04:13.52] | And he hits the trunk road doing around 120 |
[04:20.26] | With no room left to brake |
[04:25.26] | And he was too old to rock 'n' roll |
[04:33.83] | But he was too young to die |
[04:51.88] | No, you're never too old to rock 'n' roll |
[05:00.19] | If you're too young to die |
[05:23.27] | |
[05:23.83] |
[00:00.000] | zuo ci : Anderson |
[00:17.20] | The old rocker wore his hair too long |
[00:23.48] | Wore his trouser cuffs too tight |
[00:29.92] | Unfashionable to the end drank his ale too light |
[00:42.58] | Death' s head belt buckle yesterday' s dreams |
[00:48.64] | The transport caf' prophet of doom |
[00:55.04] | Ringing no change in his doublesewn seams |
[01:01.44] | In his postwarbabe gloom |
[01:06.79] | Now he' s too old to rock ' n' roll |
[01:14.70] | But he' s too young to die |
[01:20.44] | |
[01:35.00] | He once owned a Harley Davidson and a Triumph Bonneville |
[01:47.47] | Counted his friends in burnedout spark plugs |
[01:54.33] | And prays that he always will |
[01:59.87] | But he' s the last of the blue blood greaser boys |
[02:06.68] | All of his mates are doing time |
[02:13.19] | Married with three kids up by the ring road |
[02:19.72] | Sold their souls straight down the line |
[02:26.27] | And some of them own little sports cars |
[02:32.71] | And meet at the tennis club do' s |
[02:39.31] | For drinks on a Sunday, work on Monday |
[02:45.69] | They' ve thrown away their blue suede shoes |
[02:50.92] | Now they' re too old to rock ' n' roll |
[02:58.74] | And they' re too young to die |
[03:16.26] | |
[03:34.78] | So the old rocker gets out his bike |
[03:41.38] | To make a ton before he takes his leave |
[03:47.97] | Up on the A1 by Scotch Corner |
[03:54.45] | Just like it used to be |
[04:00.87] | And as he flies, tears in his eyes |
[04:06.94] | His windwhipped words echo the final take |
[04:13.52] | And he hits the trunk road doing around 120 |
[04:20.26] | With no room left to brake |
[04:25.26] | And he was too old to rock ' n' roll |
[04:33.83] | But he was too young to die |
[04:51.88] | No, you' re never too old to rock ' n' roll |
[05:00.19] | If you' re too young to die |
[05:23.27] | |
[05:23.83] |
[00:00.000] | zuò cí : Anderson |
[00:17.20] | The old rocker wore his hair too long |
[00:23.48] | Wore his trouser cuffs too tight |
[00:29.92] | Unfashionable to the end drank his ale too light |
[00:42.58] | Death' s head belt buckle yesterday' s dreams |
[00:48.64] | The transport caf' prophet of doom |
[00:55.04] | Ringing no change in his doublesewn seams |
[01:01.44] | In his postwarbabe gloom |
[01:06.79] | Now he' s too old to rock ' n' roll |
[01:14.70] | But he' s too young to die |
[01:20.44] | |
[01:35.00] | He once owned a Harley Davidson and a Triumph Bonneville |
[01:47.47] | Counted his friends in burnedout spark plugs |
[01:54.33] | And prays that he always will |
[01:59.87] | But he' s the last of the blue blood greaser boys |
[02:06.68] | All of his mates are doing time |
[02:13.19] | Married with three kids up by the ring road |
[02:19.72] | Sold their souls straight down the line |
[02:26.27] | And some of them own little sports cars |
[02:32.71] | And meet at the tennis club do' s |
[02:39.31] | For drinks on a Sunday, work on Monday |
[02:45.69] | They' ve thrown away their blue suede shoes |
[02:50.92] | Now they' re too old to rock ' n' roll |
[02:58.74] | And they' re too young to die |
[03:16.26] | |
[03:34.78] | So the old rocker gets out his bike |
[03:41.38] | To make a ton before he takes his leave |
[03:47.97] | Up on the A1 by Scotch Corner |
[03:54.45] | Just like it used to be |
[04:00.87] | And as he flies, tears in his eyes |
[04:06.94] | His windwhipped words echo the final take |
[04:13.52] | And he hits the trunk road doing around 120 |
[04:20.26] | With no room left to brake |
[04:25.26] | And he was too old to rock ' n' roll |
[04:33.83] | But he was too young to die |
[04:51.88] | No, you' re never too old to rock ' n' roll |
[05:00.19] | If you' re too young to die |
[05:23.27] | |
[05:23.83] |