The Court's Fool 歌词

	作曲 : Corona, Revoltons
	I'm going to tell you
	About the story of a fool
	Who met an ironic end
	On the way back home
	He was a queer fellow
	Dressed in many colours
	And many were his names
	According to the place
	He carried a little lute across his back
	And a strange hat on his head
	Every night he was there
	In the court's yard to delight
	All the nobles that just called him "The Fool"
	But his tongue was a sort of knife
	And all his melodies and tales
	Re-echoed through the night
	Lords of the realm never paid attention
	To the words of a poor fool
	Or they simply never understood him
	He was living on the edge, and maybe
	He would end up with a noose around his neck
	But something was going to happen that night
	[Chorus:]
	Every night he was there
	In the court's yard to delight
	All the nobles that just called him "The Fool"
	But his tongue was a sort of knife
	And all his melodies and tales
	Re-echoed through the night
	So that night in the middle of the tale
	He pointed at the King and burst out laughing:
	A deathlike silence set on the guests!
	So the wrathful Master rose to his feet
	And chased the Fool out of his yard
	But the Fool got near the Lords' table
	Drank from Master's goblet and said:
	"God save the King!" and broke into a laugh!
	Chased out of the Court
	The fool took the way back home
	But after a while he was seized by a sudden illness and dropped dead
	Maybe there wasn't just wine in that goblet
	[Chorus]

	zuo qu : Corona, Revoltons
	I' m going to tell you
	About the story of a fool
	Who met an ironic end
	On the way back home
	He was a queer fellow
	Dressed in many colours
	And many were his names
	According to the place
	He carried a little lute across his back
	And a strange hat on his head
	Every night he was there
	In the court' s yard to delight
	All the nobles that just called him " The Fool"
	But his tongue was a sort of knife
	And all his melodies and tales
	Reechoed through the night
	Lords of the realm never paid attention
	To the words of a poor fool
	Or they simply never understood him
	He was living on the edge, and maybe
	He would end up with a noose around his neck
	But something was going to happen that night
	Chorus:
	Every night he was there
	In the court' s yard to delight
	All the nobles that just called him " The Fool"
	But his tongue was a sort of knife
	And all his melodies and tales
	Reechoed through the night
	So that night in the middle of the tale
	He pointed at the King and burst out laughing:
	A deathlike silence set on the guests!
	So the wrathful Master rose to his feet
	And chased the Fool out of his yard
	But the Fool got near the Lords' table
	Drank from Master' s goblet and said:
	" God save the King!" and broke into a laugh!
	Chased out of the Court
	The fool took the way back home
	But after a while he was seized by a sudden illness and dropped dead
	Maybe there wasn' t just wine in that goblet
	Chorus

	zuò qǔ : Corona, Revoltons
	I' m going to tell you
	About the story of a fool
	Who met an ironic end
	On the way back home
	He was a queer fellow
	Dressed in many colours
	And many were his names
	According to the place
	He carried a little lute across his back
	And a strange hat on his head
	Every night he was there
	In the court' s yard to delight
	All the nobles that just called him " The Fool"
	But his tongue was a sort of knife
	And all his melodies and tales
	Reechoed through the night
	Lords of the realm never paid attention
	To the words of a poor fool
	Or they simply never understood him
	He was living on the edge, and maybe
	He would end up with a noose around his neck
	But something was going to happen that night
	Chorus:
	Every night he was there
	In the court' s yard to delight
	All the nobles that just called him " The Fool"
	But his tongue was a sort of knife
	And all his melodies and tales
	Reechoed through the night
	So that night in the middle of the tale
	He pointed at the King and burst out laughing:
	A deathlike silence set on the guests!
	So the wrathful Master rose to his feet
	And chased the Fool out of his yard
	But the Fool got near the Lords' table
	Drank from Master' s goblet and said:
	" God save the King!" and broke into a laugh!
	Chased out of the Court
	The fool took the way back home
	But after a while he was seized by a sudden illness and dropped dead
	Maybe there wasn' t just wine in that goblet
	Chorus

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