Something about England 歌词
| 歌曲 | Something about England |
| 歌手 | The Clash |
| 专辑 | Sandinista! |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| [ti:Something About England] | |
| [ar:The Clash] | |
| [00:00.00] | 作词 : Clash |
| [00:00.50] | They say immigrants steal the hubcaps |
| [00:04.04] | Of the respected gentlemen |
| [00:07.89] | They say it would be wine an' roses |
| [00:12.24] | If England were for Englishmen again |
| [00:18.78] | I saw a dirty overcoat |
| [00:21.68] | At the foot of the pillar of the road |
| [00:25.63] | Propped inside was an old man |
| [00:28.97] | Whom time would not erode |
| [00:32.52] | When the night was snapped by sirens |
| [00:35.81] | Those blue lights circled past |
| [00:39.42] | The dance hall called for an' ambulance |
| [00:42.98] | The bars all closed up fast |
| [00:46.48] | My silence gazing at the ceiling |
| [00:49.86] | While roaming the single room |
| [00:53.48] | I thought the old man could help me |
| [00:56.97] | If he could explain the gloom |
| [01:00.56] | You really think it's all new “ |
| [01:03.66] | You really think about it too “ |
| [01:07.55] | The old man scoffed as he spoke to me |
| [01:10.84] | I'll tell you a thing or two “ |
| [01:15.10] | I missed the fourteen-eighteen war |
| [01:18.16] | But not the sorrow afterwards |
| [01:21.36] | With my father dead and my mother ran off |
| [01:25.08] | My brothers took the pay of hoods |
| [01:28.72] | The twenties turned the north was dead |
| [01:32.01] | The hunger strike came marching south |
| [01:35.43] | At the garden party not a word was said |
| [01:39.20] | The ladies lifted cake to their mouths |
| [01:42.82] | The next war began and my ship sailed |
| [01:46.30] | With battle orders writ in bed |
| [01:49.75] | In five long years of bullets and shells |
| [01:53.25] | We left ten million dead |
| [01:56.80] | The few returned to old Piccadilly |
| [02:00.20] | We limped around Lester Square |
| [02:03.73] | The world was busy rebuilding itself |
| [02:07.23] | The architects could not care |
| [02:10.89] | But how could we know when I was young |
| [02:13.99] | All the changes that were to come? |
| [02:17.26] | All the photos in the wallets on the battlefield |
| [02:21.02] | And now the terror of the scientific sun |
| [02:24.21] | There was masters an' servants an' servants an' dogs |
| [02:28.03] | They taught you how to touch your cap |
| [02:31.65] | But through strikes an' famine an' war an' peace |
| [02:35.17] | England never closed this gap |
| [02:38.69] | So leave me now the moon is up |
| [02:42.07] | But remember all the tales I tell |
| [02:46.40] | The memories that you have dredged up |
| [02:49.90] | Are on letters forwarded from hell |
| [03:21.67] | The streets were now deserted |
| [03:25.16] | The gangs had trudged off home |
| [03:28.80] | The lights clicked off in the bedsits |
| [03:32.44] | Old England was all alone |
| ti: Something About England | |
| ar: The Clash | |
| [00:00.00] | zuo ci : Clash |
| [00:00.50] | They say immigrants steal the hubcaps |
| [00:04.04] | Of the respected gentlemen |
| [00:07.89] | They say it would be wine an' roses |
| [00:12.24] | If England were for Englishmen again |
| [00:18.78] | I saw a dirty overcoat |
| [00:21.68] | At the foot of the pillar of the road |
| [00:25.63] | Propped inside was an old man |
| [00:28.97] | Whom time would not erode |
| [00:32.52] | When the night was snapped by sirens |
| [00:35.81] | Those blue lights circled past |
| [00:39.42] | The dance hall called for an' ambulance |
| [00:42.98] | The bars all closed up fast |
| [00:46.48] | My silence gazing at the ceiling |
| [00:49.86] | While roaming the single room |
| [00:53.48] | I thought the old man could help me |
| [00:56.97] | If he could explain the gloom |
| [01:00.56] | You really think it' s all new " |
| [01:03.66] | You really think about it too " |
| [01:07.55] | The old man scoffed as he spoke to me |
| [01:10.84] | I' ll tell you a thing or two " |
| [01:15.10] | I missed the fourteeneighteen war |
| [01:18.16] | But not the sorrow afterwards |
| [01:21.36] | With my father dead and my mother ran off |
| [01:25.08] | My brothers took the pay of hoods |
| [01:28.72] | The twenties turned the north was dead |
| [01:32.01] | The hunger strike came marching south |
| [01:35.43] | At the garden party not a word was said |
| [01:39.20] | The ladies lifted cake to their mouths |
| [01:42.82] | The next war began and my ship sailed |
| [01:46.30] | With battle orders writ in bed |
| [01:49.75] | In five long years of bullets and shells |
| [01:53.25] | We left ten million dead |
| [01:56.80] | The few returned to old Piccadilly |
| [02:00.20] | We limped around Lester Square |
| [02:03.73] | The world was busy rebuilding itself |
| [02:07.23] | The architects could not care |
| [02:10.89] | But how could we know when I was young |
| [02:13.99] | All the changes that were to come? |
| [02:17.26] | All the photos in the wallets on the battlefield |
| [02:21.02] | And now the terror of the scientific sun |
| [02:24.21] | There was masters an' servants an' servants an' dogs |
| [02:28.03] | They taught you how to touch your cap |
| [02:31.65] | But through strikes an' famine an' war an' peace |
| [02:35.17] | England never closed this gap |
| [02:38.69] | So leave me now the moon is up |
| [02:42.07] | But remember all the tales I tell |
| [02:46.40] | The memories that you have dredged up |
| [02:49.90] | Are on letters forwarded from hell |
| [03:21.67] | The streets were now deserted |
| [03:25.16] | The gangs had trudged off home |
| [03:28.80] | The lights clicked off in the bedsits |
| [03:32.44] | Old England was all alone |
| ti: Something About England | |
| ar: The Clash | |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : Clash |
| [00:00.50] | They say immigrants steal the hubcaps |
| [00:04.04] | Of the respected gentlemen |
| [00:07.89] | They say it would be wine an' roses |
| [00:12.24] | If England were for Englishmen again |
| [00:18.78] | I saw a dirty overcoat |
| [00:21.68] | At the foot of the pillar of the road |
| [00:25.63] | Propped inside was an old man |
| [00:28.97] | Whom time would not erode |
| [00:32.52] | When the night was snapped by sirens |
| [00:35.81] | Those blue lights circled past |
| [00:39.42] | The dance hall called for an' ambulance |
| [00:42.98] | The bars all closed up fast |
| [00:46.48] | My silence gazing at the ceiling |
| [00:49.86] | While roaming the single room |
| [00:53.48] | I thought the old man could help me |
| [00:56.97] | If he could explain the gloom |
| [01:00.56] | You really think it' s all new " |
| [01:03.66] | You really think about it too " |
| [01:07.55] | The old man scoffed as he spoke to me |
| [01:10.84] | I' ll tell you a thing or two " |
| [01:15.10] | I missed the fourteeneighteen war |
| [01:18.16] | But not the sorrow afterwards |
| [01:21.36] | With my father dead and my mother ran off |
| [01:25.08] | My brothers took the pay of hoods |
| [01:28.72] | The twenties turned the north was dead |
| [01:32.01] | The hunger strike came marching south |
| [01:35.43] | At the garden party not a word was said |
| [01:39.20] | The ladies lifted cake to their mouths |
| [01:42.82] | The next war began and my ship sailed |
| [01:46.30] | With battle orders writ in bed |
| [01:49.75] | In five long years of bullets and shells |
| [01:53.25] | We left ten million dead |
| [01:56.80] | The few returned to old Piccadilly |
| [02:00.20] | We limped around Lester Square |
| [02:03.73] | The world was busy rebuilding itself |
| [02:07.23] | The architects could not care |
| [02:10.89] | But how could we know when I was young |
| [02:13.99] | All the changes that were to come? |
| [02:17.26] | All the photos in the wallets on the battlefield |
| [02:21.02] | And now the terror of the scientific sun |
| [02:24.21] | There was masters an' servants an' servants an' dogs |
| [02:28.03] | They taught you how to touch your cap |
| [02:31.65] | But through strikes an' famine an' war an' peace |
| [02:35.17] | England never closed this gap |
| [02:38.69] | So leave me now the moon is up |
| [02:42.07] | But remember all the tales I tell |
| [02:46.40] | The memories that you have dredged up |
| [02:49.90] | Are on letters forwarded from hell |
| [03:21.67] | The streets were now deserted |
| [03:25.16] | The gangs had trudged off home |
| [03:28.80] | The lights clicked off in the bedsits |
| [03:32.44] | Old England was all alone |
| [ti:Something About England] | |
| [ar:The Clash] | |
| [00:00.50] | 他们说是那些移民 |
| [00:04.04] | 让可敬的绅士们吃了亏 |
| [00:07.89] | 他们说这里将满是美酒和玫瑰 |
| [00:12.24] | 如果把英国还给英国人的话 |
| [00:18.78] | 望远处看 一件脏兮兮的大衣 |
| [00:21.68] | 在路边灯柱的下面 |
| [00:25.63] | 里面裹着一位老人 |
| [00:28.97] | 精神矍铄 |
| [00:32.52] | 当宁静的夜晚被警报声打碎 |
| [00:35.81] | 一辆辆警车从身边绕过 |
| [00:39.42] | 舞厅的人们喊来了救护车 |
| [00:42.98] | 酒吧急忙地赶走了客人 |
| [00:46.48] | 我沉默不语 盯着天花板 |
| [00:49.86] | 在房间里不停踱步 |
| [00:53.48] | 我觉得老人能够帮助我 |
| [00:56.97] | 疏解我的烦忧 |
| [01:00.56] | 你真的觉得社会焕然一新了？” |
| [01:03.66] | 你真的那样认真想过？” |
| [01:07.55] | 老人说着，不禁冷笑 |
| [01:10.84] | 我讲些故事给你听听” |
| [01:15.10] | 我躲过了残酷的一战 |
| [01:18.16] | 却难逃接踵而至的不幸 |
| [01:21.36] | 父亲战死 母亲离家而去 |
| [01:25.08] | 哥哥们辛苦拉扯我长大 |
| [01:28.72] | 二十年代刚到 北方就发生了巨变 |
| [01:32.01] | 绝食抗议和示威游行向南部扩散 |
| [01:35.43] | 贵族们在园游会上却只字不提 |
| [01:39.20] | 女士们继续大快朵颐美味的糕点 |
| [01:42.82] | 接着二次世界大战爆发 我乘上战舰出征 |
| [01:46.30] | 床头压着战斗命令和军令状 |
| [01:49.75] | 战火纷飞 总算在漫长的五年中活下来 |
| [01:53.25] | 身后留下千万具冰冷的尸体 |
| [01:56.80] | 很少人能活着回到老皮卡迪利大街 |
| [02:00.20] | 我们只好在伦敦的莱斯特广场上跛行流浪 |
| [02:03.73] | 世界正忙着从战争中恢复 |
| [02:07.23] | 伟大的造物主对我们也毫不在乎 |
| [02:10.89] | 试想那时年少无知的我 |
| [02:13.99] | 又怎么能想到将来会发生什么？ |
| [02:17.26] | 钱包里的亲人相片 散落在战场的灰烬上 |
| [02:21.02] | 新式武器的恐怖阴云笼罩在人们头顶 |
| [02:24.21] | 高贵的主人和低贱的仆人，低贱的仆人和狗 |
| [02:28.03] | 他们若尤其是地教导你如何去遵守礼节 |
| [02:31.65] | 然而，经过无数的罢工和饥荒、战争与和平 |
| [02:35.17] | 英国从未缩小社会差距，从而变得美好起来 |
| [02:38.69] | 你走吧，天已经黑了 |
| [02:42.07] | 但请务必铭记我上面所说的故事 |
| [02:46.40] | 这些从脑海里找出来的苦痛回忆 |
| [02:49.90] | 都是自地狱转寄而来的 |
| [03:21.67] | 街上空寂无人 |
| [03:25.16] | 连夜晚活动的地痞流氓们也归了家 |
| [03:28.80] | 狭窄的房间里，人们把灯光灭去 |
| [03:32.44] | 深夜里，古老的英国孤寂难堪 |
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