歌曲 | Uncle Son |
歌手 | The Kinks |
专辑 | Muswell Hillbillies |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Davies | |
He was just a workin' man, | |
Simple rules and simple plans, | |
Fancy words he didn't understand, | |
He loved with his heart, | |
He worked with his hands. | |
Liberals dream of equal rights, | |
Conservatives live in a world gone by, | |
Socialists preach of a promised land, | |
But old uncle son, was an ordinary man. | |
Bless you uncle son, | |
They won't forget you, when the revolution comes. | |
Unionists tell you when to strike, | |
Generals tell you when to fight, | |
Preachers tell you wrong from right, | |
They'll feed you when you're born, | |
And use you all your life. | |
Bless you uncle son, | |
They won't forget you when the revolution comes. |
zuo ci : Davies | |
He was just a workin' man, | |
Simple rules and simple plans, | |
Fancy words he didn' t understand, | |
He loved with his heart, | |
He worked with his hands. | |
Liberals dream of equal rights, | |
Conservatives live in a world gone by, | |
Socialists preach of a promised land, | |
But old uncle son, was an ordinary man. | |
Bless you uncle son, | |
They won' t forget you, when the revolution comes. | |
Unionists tell you when to strike, | |
Generals tell you when to fight, | |
Preachers tell you wrong from right, | |
They' ll feed you when you' re born, | |
And use you all your life. | |
Bless you uncle son, | |
They won' t forget you when the revolution comes. |
zuò cí : Davies | |
He was just a workin' man, | |
Simple rules and simple plans, | |
Fancy words he didn' t understand, | |
He loved with his heart, | |
He worked with his hands. | |
Liberals dream of equal rights, | |
Conservatives live in a world gone by, | |
Socialists preach of a promised land, | |
But old uncle son, was an ordinary man. | |
Bless you uncle son, | |
They won' t forget you, when the revolution comes. | |
Unionists tell you when to strike, | |
Generals tell you when to fight, | |
Preachers tell you wrong from right, | |
They' ll feed you when you' re born, | |
And use you all your life. | |
Bless you uncle son, | |
They won' t forget you when the revolution comes. |