London You're a Lady 歌词
| 歌曲 | London You're a Lady |
| 歌手 | The Pogues |
| 专辑 | Peace and Love |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : MacGowan | |
| Ah London you're a lady | |
| Laid out before my eyes | |
| Your heart of gold it pulses | |
| Between your scarred up thighs | |
| Your eyes are full of sadness | |
| Red busses skirt your hem | |
| Your head-dress is a ring of lights | |
| But I would not follow them | |
| Your architects were madmen | |
| Your builders sane but drunk | |
| Among your faded jewels | |
| Shine acid house and punk | |
| You are a scarlet lady | |
| Your streets run red with blood | |
| Oh my darling they have used you | |
| And covered you with mud | |
| It was deep down in your womb my love | |
| I drank my quart of sin | |
| While chinamen played cards and draughts | |
| And knocked back mickey finns | |
| Your piss is like a river | |
| Its scent is beer and gin | |
| Your hell is in the summer | |
| And you blossom in the spring | |
| September is your purgatory | |
| Christmas is your heaven | |
| And when the stinking streets of summer | |
| Are washed away by rain | |
| At the dark end of a lonely street | |
| That's where you lose your pain ' | |
| Tis then your eyes light up my love | |
| And sparkle once again |
| zuo ci : MacGowan | |
| Ah London you' re a lady | |
| Laid out before my eyes | |
| Your heart of gold it pulses | |
| Between your scarred up thighs | |
| Your eyes are full of sadness | |
| Red busses skirt your hem | |
| Your headdress is a ring of lights | |
| But I would not follow them | |
| Your architects were madmen | |
| Your builders sane but drunk | |
| Among your faded jewels | |
| Shine acid house and punk | |
| You are a scarlet lady | |
| Your streets run red with blood | |
| Oh my darling they have used you | |
| And covered you with mud | |
| It was deep down in your womb my love | |
| I drank my quart of sin | |
| While chinamen played cards and draughts | |
| And knocked back mickey finns | |
| Your piss is like a river | |
| Its scent is beer and gin | |
| Your hell is in the summer | |
| And you blossom in the spring | |
| September is your purgatory | |
| Christmas is your heaven | |
| And when the stinking streets of summer | |
| Are washed away by rain | |
| At the dark end of a lonely street | |
| That' s where you lose your pain ' | |
| Tis then your eyes light up my love | |
| And sparkle once again |
| zuò cí : MacGowan | |
| Ah London you' re a lady | |
| Laid out before my eyes | |
| Your heart of gold it pulses | |
| Between your scarred up thighs | |
| Your eyes are full of sadness | |
| Red busses skirt your hem | |
| Your headdress is a ring of lights | |
| But I would not follow them | |
| Your architects were madmen | |
| Your builders sane but drunk | |
| Among your faded jewels | |
| Shine acid house and punk | |
| You are a scarlet lady | |
| Your streets run red with blood | |
| Oh my darling they have used you | |
| And covered you with mud | |
| It was deep down in your womb my love | |
| I drank my quart of sin | |
| While chinamen played cards and draughts | |
| And knocked back mickey finns | |
| Your piss is like a river | |
| Its scent is beer and gin | |
| Your hell is in the summer | |
| And you blossom in the spring | |
| September is your purgatory | |
| Christmas is your heaven | |
| And when the stinking streets of summer | |
| Are washed away by rain | |
| At the dark end of a lonely street | |
| That' s where you lose your pain ' | |
| Tis then your eyes light up my love | |
| And sparkle once again |
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