歌曲 | Just Another Poor Boy |
歌手 | Chris de Burgh |
专辑 | Spanish Train And Other Stories |
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作词 : DeBurgh | |
He was but a traveller on the lonely road of life | |
She, her name was Mary, A lady of the night | |
She found him lying in that road, on a winter's night so cold, | |
Just another poor boy, treat him right | |
She saw that he was hungry and gave him food to eat | |
She knew that he was weary an he had no place to sleep | |
She took him home to her own bed, she lay down his wounded head | |
And washed away the world from his hands and his knees | |
He was just another poor boy, Just another poor boy | |
When he cried out in his sleep she held him tight | |
Just another poor boy, Just another poor boy | |
And she gave him love and comfort throught the night | |
Till the morning light .. | |
At night she sat beside him, by the fire they would talk | |
He said all men were brothers and that love could conquer all | |
Many gathered round to hear, many for his life did fear | |
In troubled times like these men seldom talk | |
Oh they came for him one morning at the breaking of the day | |
She woke to to hear him calling as they carried him away | |
Accusing him of spreading lies and hate, | |
His public meetings were a danger to the state | |
Some soldier said " Who was he anyway ??" | |
Just another poor boy, Just another poor boy | |
And the tears were falling from her face like rain | |
Just another poor boy, Just another poor boy | |
And they hung him on a hillside far away | |
And on the ground she lay ...Poor boy... Oh, my Lord... | |
Oh my Lord ... Oh my Lord... | |
Just another poor boy, Just another poor boy, | |
And the tears were falling from her face like rain | |
Just another poor boy, Just another poor boy | |
And the hung him on a hillside far away, just another poor boy | |
Just another poor boy, Just another poor boy | |
And she'd never dreamed she'd see his face again .. |
zuo ci : DeBurgh | |
He was but a traveller on the lonely road of life | |
She, her name was Mary, A lady of the night | |
She found him lying in that road, on a winter' s night so cold, | |
Just another poor boy, treat him right | |
She saw that he was hungry and gave him food to eat | |
She knew that he was weary an he had no place to sleep | |
She took him home to her own bed, she lay down his wounded head | |
And washed away the world from his hands and his knees | |
He was just another poor boy, Just another poor boy | |
When he cried out in his sleep she held him tight | |
Just another poor boy, Just another poor boy | |
And she gave him love and comfort throught the night | |
Till the morning light .. | |
At night she sat beside him, by the fire they would talk | |
He said all men were brothers and that love could conquer all | |
Many gathered round to hear, many for his life did fear | |
In troubled times like these men seldom talk | |
Oh they came for him one morning at the breaking of the day | |
She woke to to hear him calling as they carried him away | |
Accusing him of spreading lies and hate, | |
His public meetings were a danger to the state | |
Some soldier said " Who was he anyway nbsp??" | |
Just another poor boy, Just another poor boy | |
And the tears were falling from her face like rain | |
Just another poor boy, Just another poor boy | |
And they hung him on a hillside far away | |
And on the ground she lay ... Poor boy... Oh, my Lord... | |
Oh my Lord ... Oh my Lord... | |
Just another poor boy, Just another poor boy, | |
And the tears were falling from her face like rain | |
Just another poor boy, Just another poor boy | |
And the hung him on a hillside far away, just another poor boy | |
Just another poor boy, Just another poor boy | |
And she' d never dreamed she' d see his face again .. |
zuò cí : DeBurgh | |
He was but a traveller on the lonely road of life | |
She, her name was Mary, A lady of the night | |
She found him lying in that road, on a winter' s night so cold, | |
Just another poor boy, treat him right | |
She saw that he was hungry and gave him food to eat | |
She knew that he was weary an he had no place to sleep | |
She took him home to her own bed, she lay down his wounded head | |
And washed away the world from his hands and his knees | |
He was just another poor boy, Just another poor boy | |
When he cried out in his sleep she held him tight | |
Just another poor boy, Just another poor boy | |
And she gave him love and comfort throught the night | |
Till the morning light .. | |
At night she sat beside him, by the fire they would talk | |
He said all men were brothers and that love could conquer all | |
Many gathered round to hear, many for his life did fear | |
In troubled times like these men seldom talk | |
Oh they came for him one morning at the breaking of the day | |
She woke to to hear him calling as they carried him away | |
Accusing him of spreading lies and hate, | |
His public meetings were a danger to the state | |
Some soldier said " Who was he anyway nbsp??" | |
Just another poor boy, Just another poor boy | |
And the tears were falling from her face like rain | |
Just another poor boy, Just another poor boy | |
And they hung him on a hillside far away | |
And on the ground she lay ... Poor boy... Oh, my Lord... | |
Oh my Lord ... Oh my Lord... | |
Just another poor boy, Just another poor boy, | |
And the tears were falling from her face like rain | |
Just another poor boy, Just another poor boy | |
And the hung him on a hillside far away, just another poor boy | |
Just another poor boy, Just another poor boy | |
And she' d never dreamed she' d see his face again .. |