歌曲 | It Suits Me Well |
歌手 | Sandy Denny |
专辑 | Sandy |
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作词 : Denny | |
My name is jan the gypsy | |
I travel the land. | |
There are no chains about me | |
I am me own man. | |
I can tell a fair old story which i'm sure ain't no surprise | |
Of the places i have been, oh, | |
And they ain't no lies. | |
I've never had a proper home, | |
Not one like yours is. | |
I've nearly always had a caravan | |
With horses. | |
And i know you won't believe me | |
Though it is the truth to tell | |
That the living it is hard, oh, | |
But it suits me well. | |
I am i traveller of the seas, | |
I am a sailor. | |
The ocean has been good to me, | |
She ain't no jailor. | |
I can tell a fair old story which i'm sure ain't no surprise | |
Of the places i have sailed, oh, | |
And they ain't no lies. | |
I've never had a garden, | |
Or a place with windows. | |
I stand upon the salty deck, | |
And feel the wind blow. | |
And i know you won't believe me | |
Though it is the truth to tell | |
That the living it is hard, oh, | |
But it suits me well. | |
My mother was a fire-eater, | |
'fore she desert us. | |
So when i was only seven years old | |
I joined the circus. | |
And i can tell a fair old story which i'm sure ain't no surprise | |
Of the places we have played, oh, | |
And it ain't no lies. | |
I've never had no money, | |
And no hope to get none. | |
I can always get a penny, | |
When there is good reason. | |
And i know you won't believe me | |
Though it is the truth to tell | |
That the living it is hard, oh, | |
But it suits me well. |
zuo ci : Denny | |
My name is jan the gypsy | |
I travel the land. | |
There are no chains about me | |
I am me own man. | |
I can tell a fair old story which i' m sure ain' t no surprise | |
Of the places i have been, oh, | |
And they ain' t no lies. | |
I' ve never had a proper home, | |
Not one like yours is. | |
I' ve nearly always had a caravan | |
With horses. | |
And i know you won' t believe me | |
Though it is the truth to tell | |
That the living it is hard, oh, | |
But it suits me well. | |
I am i traveller of the seas, | |
I am a sailor. | |
The ocean has been good to me, | |
She ain' t no jailor. | |
I can tell a fair old story which i' m sure ain' t no surprise | |
Of the places i have sailed, oh, | |
And they ain' t no lies. | |
I' ve never had a garden, | |
Or a place with windows. | |
I stand upon the salty deck, | |
And feel the wind blow. | |
And i know you won' t believe me | |
Though it is the truth to tell | |
That the living it is hard, oh, | |
But it suits me well. | |
My mother was a fireeater, | |
' fore she desert us. | |
So when i was only seven years old | |
I joined the circus. | |
And i can tell a fair old story which i' m sure ain' t no surprise | |
Of the places we have played, oh, | |
And it ain' t no lies. | |
I' ve never had no money, | |
And no hope to get none. | |
I can always get a penny, | |
When there is good reason. | |
And i know you won' t believe me | |
Though it is the truth to tell | |
That the living it is hard, oh, | |
But it suits me well. |
zuò cí : Denny | |
My name is jan the gypsy | |
I travel the land. | |
There are no chains about me | |
I am me own man. | |
I can tell a fair old story which i' m sure ain' t no surprise | |
Of the places i have been, oh, | |
And they ain' t no lies. | |
I' ve never had a proper home, | |
Not one like yours is. | |
I' ve nearly always had a caravan | |
With horses. | |
And i know you won' t believe me | |
Though it is the truth to tell | |
That the living it is hard, oh, | |
But it suits me well. | |
I am i traveller of the seas, | |
I am a sailor. | |
The ocean has been good to me, | |
She ain' t no jailor. | |
I can tell a fair old story which i' m sure ain' t no surprise | |
Of the places i have sailed, oh, | |
And they ain' t no lies. | |
I' ve never had a garden, | |
Or a place with windows. | |
I stand upon the salty deck, | |
And feel the wind blow. | |
And i know you won' t believe me | |
Though it is the truth to tell | |
That the living it is hard, oh, | |
But it suits me well. | |
My mother was a fireeater, | |
' fore she desert us. | |
So when i was only seven years old | |
I joined the circus. | |
And i can tell a fair old story which i' m sure ain' t no surprise | |
Of the places we have played, oh, | |
And it ain' t no lies. | |
I' ve never had no money, | |
And no hope to get none. | |
I can always get a penny, | |
When there is good reason. | |
And i know you won' t believe me | |
Though it is the truth to tell | |
That the living it is hard, oh, | |
But it suits me well. |