歌曲 | Sunday Times |
歌手 | Joe Dassin |
专辑 | Les Champs-Èlysées |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Well, 't was Sunday morning when we met | |
The streets were still empty and glistening wet | |
I said "How would you like | |
To share my Sunday Times? | |
The way to read a paper is over | |
Somebody else's shoulder" | |
You said "Yes", you said "Yes | |
I'd like to read the Times with you" | |
And we had tea and Times for two | |
We went through good times and bad | |
Side by side and hand by hand | |
With Times and Sundays flying by | |
Like paper planes in the summer sky | |
And Sunday was my favorite day | |
Until that Sunday you went away | |
Now you're gone and there's no one | |
To talk about elections with | |
And argue over sections with | |
It's Sunday morning, Sunday blue | |
Got piles of old papers full of bad news | |
And I won't get out of bed | |
Until the sun has set | |
I've read the editorial, the weekend reviews | |
But I can't get through all the rest of the news | |
'Cause now you're gone, now you're gone | |
I think of you between the lines | |
And I can't get through the Sunday Times |
Well, ' t was Sunday morning when we met | |
The streets were still empty and glistening wet | |
I said " How would you like | |
To share my Sunday Times? | |
The way to read a paper is over | |
Somebody else' s shoulder" | |
You said " Yes", you said " Yes | |
I' d like to read the Times with you" | |
And we had tea and Times for two | |
We went through good times and bad | |
Side by side and hand by hand | |
With Times and Sundays flying by | |
Like paper planes in the summer sky | |
And Sunday was my favorite day | |
Until that Sunday you went away | |
Now you' re gone and there' s no one | |
To talk about elections with | |
And argue over sections with | |
It' s Sunday morning, Sunday blue | |
Got piles of old papers full of bad news | |
And I won' t get out of bed | |
Until the sun has set | |
I' ve read the editorial, the weekend reviews | |
But I can' t get through all the rest of the news | |
' Cause now you' re gone, now you' re gone | |
I think of you between the lines | |
And I can' t get through the Sunday Times |
Well, ' t was Sunday morning when we met | |
The streets were still empty and glistening wet | |
I said " How would you like | |
To share my Sunday Times? | |
The way to read a paper is over | |
Somebody else' s shoulder" | |
You said " Yes", you said " Yes | |
I' d like to read the Times with you" | |
And we had tea and Times for two | |
We went through good times and bad | |
Side by side and hand by hand | |
With Times and Sundays flying by | |
Like paper planes in the summer sky | |
And Sunday was my favorite day | |
Until that Sunday you went away | |
Now you' re gone and there' s no one | |
To talk about elections with | |
And argue over sections with | |
It' s Sunday morning, Sunday blue | |
Got piles of old papers full of bad news | |
And I won' t get out of bed | |
Until the sun has set | |
I' ve read the editorial, the weekend reviews | |
But I can' t get through all the rest of the news | |
' Cause now you' re gone, now you' re gone | |
I think of you between the lines | |
And I can' t get through the Sunday Times |