歌曲 | High Society |
歌手 | Louis Armstrong |
专辑 | Armstrong Comes Alive |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : MELROSE, WALTER/STEELE, PORTER | |
(Cole Porter) | |
Louis Armstrong - 1956 | |
[Armstrong] | |
Just dig that scenery floating by, | |
We're now approaching Newport, Rhode I. | |
We've been, for years, In Variety, | |
But, Cholly Knickerbocker, now we're going to be | |
[All] | |
In High, High So- | |
High So-ci-, | |
High So-ci-ety. | |
[Armstrong] | |
I wanna play for my former pal- | |
He runs the local jazz festival. | |
His name is Dexter and he's good news, | |
But sumping kind of tells me that he's nursing the blues | |
[All] | |
In High, High So-, | |
High So-ci-, | |
High So-ci-ety. | |
[Armstrong] | |
He's got the blues 'cause his wife, alas, | |
Thought writing songs was beneath his class, | |
But writing songs he'd not stop, of course, | |
And so she flew to Vegas for a quickie divorce | |
[All] | |
In High, High So-, | |
High So-ci-, | |
High So-ci-ety. | |
[Armstrong] | |
To make him sadder, his former wife | |
begins tomorrow a brand-new life. | |
She started lately a new affair | |
And now the silly chick is gonna marry a square | |
[All] | |
In High So-, | |
High So-ci-, | |
High So-ci-ety. | |
[Armstrong] | |
But, Brother Dexter, just trust your Satch, | |
To stop that wedding and kill that match. | |
I'll toot my trumpet to start the fun, | |
And play in such a way that she'll come back to you, son, | |
[All] | |
In High, High So- | |
High So-ci-, | |
High So-ci-ety. |
zuo ci : MELROSE, WALTER STEELE, PORTER | |
Cole Porter | |
Louis Armstrong 1956 | |
Armstrong | |
Just dig that scenery floating by, | |
We' re now approaching Newport, Rhode I. | |
We' ve been, for years, In Variety, | |
But, Cholly Knickerbocker, now we' re going to be | |
All | |
In High, High So | |
High Soci, | |
High Society. | |
Armstrong | |
I wanna play for my former pal | |
He runs the local jazz festival. | |
His name is Dexter and he' s good news, | |
But sumping kind of tells me that he' s nursing the blues | |
All | |
In High, High So, | |
High Soci, | |
High Society. | |
Armstrong | |
He' s got the blues ' cause his wife, alas, | |
Thought writing songs was beneath his class, | |
But writing songs he' d not stop, of course, | |
And so she flew to Vegas for a quickie divorce | |
All | |
In High, High So, | |
High Soci, | |
High Society. | |
Armstrong | |
To make him sadder, his former wife | |
begins tomorrow a brandnew life. | |
She started lately a new affair | |
And now the silly chick is gonna marry a square | |
All | |
In High So, | |
High Soci, | |
High Society. | |
Armstrong | |
But, Brother Dexter, just trust your Satch, | |
To stop that wedding and kill that match. | |
I' ll toot my trumpet to start the fun, | |
And play in such a way that she' ll come back to you, son, | |
All | |
In High, High So | |
High Soci, | |
High Society. |
zuò cí : MELROSE, WALTER STEELE, PORTER | |
Cole Porter | |
Louis Armstrong 1956 | |
Armstrong | |
Just dig that scenery floating by, | |
We' re now approaching Newport, Rhode I. | |
We' ve been, for years, In Variety, | |
But, Cholly Knickerbocker, now we' re going to be | |
All | |
In High, High So | |
High Soci, | |
High Society. | |
Armstrong | |
I wanna play for my former pal | |
He runs the local jazz festival. | |
His name is Dexter and he' s good news, | |
But sumping kind of tells me that he' s nursing the blues | |
All | |
In High, High So, | |
High Soci, | |
High Society. | |
Armstrong | |
He' s got the blues ' cause his wife, alas, | |
Thought writing songs was beneath his class, | |
But writing songs he' d not stop, of course, | |
And so she flew to Vegas for a quickie divorce | |
All | |
In High, High So, | |
High Soci, | |
High Society. | |
Armstrong | |
To make him sadder, his former wife | |
begins tomorrow a brandnew life. | |
She started lately a new affair | |
And now the silly chick is gonna marry a square | |
All | |
In High So, | |
High Soci, | |
High Society. | |
Armstrong | |
But, Brother Dexter, just trust your Satch, | |
To stop that wedding and kill that match. | |
I' ll toot my trumpet to start the fun, | |
And play in such a way that she' ll come back to you, son, | |
All | |
In High, High So | |
High Soci, | |
High Society. |