歌曲 | Son Of Your Father |
歌手 | Elton John |
专辑 | Tumbleweed Connection Deluxe Edition |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Elton John & Bernie Taupin | |
"I'll catch the tram line in the mornin'With your leave", | |
Van Bushell said | |
He had further heard the cock crow | |
As he stumbled out the shed | |
Then blind | |
Joseph came towards him | |
With a shotgun in his arms | |
He said, "You'll pay me twenty dollarsBefore you leave my farm" | |
Van Bushell saw a hook | |
Which replaced | |
Joseph's hand | |
He said, "Now calm you down my brotherLet's discuss this man to man" | |
It's no good you gettin' angry | |
We must try to act our age | |
You're pursuin' your convictions | |
Like some hermit in a cage | |
You're the son of your father | |
You try a little bit harder | |
Do for me as he would do for you | |
With blood and water, bricks and mortar | |
He built for you a home | |
You're the son of your father | |
So treat me as your own | |
Well slowly | |
Joseph barely lowered the rifle | |
And he emptied out the shells | |
Van Bushell, he came towards him | |
He shook his arm and wished him well | |
He said, "Now hey blind man that is fineBut I sure can't waste my timeSo move aside and let me go my wayI've got a train to ride" | |
Well Joseph turned around | |
His grin was now a frown | |
He said, "Let me just refresh your mindYour manners boy seem hard to find" | |
You're the son of your father | |
Try a little bit harder | |
Do for me as he would do for you | |
With blood and water, bricks and mortar | |
He built for you a home | |
You're the son of your father | |
So treat me as your own | |
Well there's two men lying dead as nails | |
On an East | |
Virginia farm | |
For charity's an argument | |
That only leads to harm | |
So be careful when they're kind to you | |
Don't you end up in the dirt | |
Just remember what | |
I'm saying to you | |
And you likely won't get hurt | |
You're the son of your father | |
Oh, try a little bit harder | |
You gotta do for me as he would do for you | |
With blood and water, bricks and mortar | |
He built for you a home | |
You're the son of your father | |
So treat me as your own | |
You're the son of your father | |
So treat me as your own | |
You're the son of your father | |
So treat me as your own, yeah |
zuo qu : Elton John Bernie Taupin | |
" I' ll catch the tram line in the mornin' With your leave", | |
Van Bushell said | |
He had further heard the cock crow | |
As he stumbled out the shed | |
Then blind | |
Joseph came towards him | |
With a shotgun in his arms | |
He said, " You' ll pay me twenty dollarsBefore you leave my farm" | |
Van Bushell saw a hook | |
Which replaced | |
Joseph' s hand | |
He said, " Now calm you down my brotherLet' s discuss this man to man" | |
It' s no good you gettin' angry | |
We must try to act our age | |
You' re pursuin' your convictions | |
Like some hermit in a cage | |
You' re the son of your father | |
You try a little bit harder | |
Do for me as he would do for you | |
With blood and water, bricks and mortar | |
He built for you a home | |
You' re the son of your father | |
So treat me as your own | |
Well slowly | |
Joseph barely lowered the rifle | |
And he emptied out the shells | |
Van Bushell, he came towards him | |
He shook his arm and wished him well | |
He said, " Now hey blind man that is fineBut I sure can' t waste my timeSo move aside and let me go my wayI' ve got a train to ride" | |
Well Joseph turned around | |
His grin was now a frown | |
He said, " Let me just refresh your mindYour manners boy seem hard to find" | |
You' re the son of your father | |
Try a little bit harder | |
Do for me as he would do for you | |
With blood and water, bricks and mortar | |
He built for you a home | |
You' re the son of your father | |
So treat me as your own | |
Well there' s two men lying dead as nails | |
On an East | |
Virginia farm | |
For charity' s an argument | |
That only leads to harm | |
So be careful when they' re kind to you | |
Don' t you end up in the dirt | |
Just remember what | |
I' m saying to you | |
And you likely won' t get hurt | |
You' re the son of your father | |
Oh, try a little bit harder | |
You gotta do for me as he would do for you | |
With blood and water, bricks and mortar | |
He built for you a home | |
You' re the son of your father | |
So treat me as your own | |
You' re the son of your father | |
So treat me as your own | |
You' re the son of your father | |
So treat me as your own, yeah |
zuò qǔ : Elton John Bernie Taupin | |
" I' ll catch the tram line in the mornin' With your leave", | |
Van Bushell said | |
He had further heard the cock crow | |
As he stumbled out the shed | |
Then blind | |
Joseph came towards him | |
With a shotgun in his arms | |
He said, " You' ll pay me twenty dollarsBefore you leave my farm" | |
Van Bushell saw a hook | |
Which replaced | |
Joseph' s hand | |
He said, " Now calm you down my brotherLet' s discuss this man to man" | |
It' s no good you gettin' angry | |
We must try to act our age | |
You' re pursuin' your convictions | |
Like some hermit in a cage | |
You' re the son of your father | |
You try a little bit harder | |
Do for me as he would do for you | |
With blood and water, bricks and mortar | |
He built for you a home | |
You' re the son of your father | |
So treat me as your own | |
Well slowly | |
Joseph barely lowered the rifle | |
And he emptied out the shells | |
Van Bushell, he came towards him | |
He shook his arm and wished him well | |
He said, " Now hey blind man that is fineBut I sure can' t waste my timeSo move aside and let me go my wayI' ve got a train to ride" | |
Well Joseph turned around | |
His grin was now a frown | |
He said, " Let me just refresh your mindYour manners boy seem hard to find" | |
You' re the son of your father | |
Try a little bit harder | |
Do for me as he would do for you | |
With blood and water, bricks and mortar | |
He built for you a home | |
You' re the son of your father | |
So treat me as your own | |
Well there' s two men lying dead as nails | |
On an East | |
Virginia farm | |
For charity' s an argument | |
That only leads to harm | |
So be careful when they' re kind to you | |
Don' t you end up in the dirt | |
Just remember what | |
I' m saying to you | |
And you likely won' t get hurt | |
You' re the son of your father | |
Oh, try a little bit harder | |
You gotta do for me as he would do for you | |
With blood and water, bricks and mortar | |
He built for you a home | |
You' re the son of your father | |
So treat me as your own | |
You' re the son of your father | |
So treat me as your own | |
You' re the son of your father | |
So treat me as your own, yeah |