歌曲 | The Royal Scam |
歌手 | Steely Dan |
专辑 | Citizen 1972-1980 |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Becker, Fagen | |
And they wandered in | |
From the city of st. john | |
Without a dime | |
Wearing coats that shined | |
Both red and green | |
Colors from their sunny island | |
From their boats of iron | |
They looked upon the promised land | |
Where surely life was sweet | |
On the rising tide | |
To new york city | |
Did they ride into the street | |
See the glory | |
Of the royal scam | |
They are hounded down | |
To the bottom of a bad town | |
Amid the ruins | |
Where they learn to fear | |
An angry race of fallen kings | |
Their dark companions | |
While the memory of | |
Their southern sky was clouded by | |
A savage winter | |
Every patron saint | |
Hung on the wall, shared the room | |
With twenty sinners | |
See the glory | |
Of the royal scam | |
By the blackened wall | |
He does it all | |
He thinks he's died and gone to heaven | |
Now the tale is told | |
By the old man back home | |
He reads the letter | |
How they are paid in gold | |
Just to babble in the back room | |
All night and waste their time | |
And they wandered in | |
From the city of st. john without a dime | |
See the glory | |
Of the royal scam |
zuo ci : Becker, Fagen | |
And they wandered in | |
From the city of st. john | |
Without a dime | |
Wearing coats that shined | |
Both red and green | |
Colors from their sunny island | |
From their boats of iron | |
They looked upon the promised land | |
Where surely life was sweet | |
On the rising tide | |
To new york city | |
Did they ride into the street | |
See the glory | |
Of the royal scam | |
They are hounded down | |
To the bottom of a bad town | |
Amid the ruins | |
Where they learn to fear | |
An angry race of fallen kings | |
Their dark companions | |
While the memory of | |
Their southern sky was clouded by | |
A savage winter | |
Every patron saint | |
Hung on the wall, shared the room | |
With twenty sinners | |
See the glory | |
Of the royal scam | |
By the blackened wall | |
He does it all | |
He thinks he' s died and gone to heaven | |
Now the tale is told | |
By the old man back home | |
He reads the letter | |
How they are paid in gold | |
Just to babble in the back room | |
All night and waste their time | |
And they wandered in | |
From the city of st. john without a dime | |
See the glory | |
Of the royal scam |
zuò cí : Becker, Fagen | |
And they wandered in | |
From the city of st. john | |
Without a dime | |
Wearing coats that shined | |
Both red and green | |
Colors from their sunny island | |
From their boats of iron | |
They looked upon the promised land | |
Where surely life was sweet | |
On the rising tide | |
To new york city | |
Did they ride into the street | |
See the glory | |
Of the royal scam | |
They are hounded down | |
To the bottom of a bad town | |
Amid the ruins | |
Where they learn to fear | |
An angry race of fallen kings | |
Their dark companions | |
While the memory of | |
Their southern sky was clouded by | |
A savage winter | |
Every patron saint | |
Hung on the wall, shared the room | |
With twenty sinners | |
See the glory | |
Of the royal scam | |
By the blackened wall | |
He does it all | |
He thinks he' s died and gone to heaven | |
Now the tale is told | |
By the old man back home | |
He reads the letter | |
How they are paid in gold | |
Just to babble in the back room | |
All night and waste their time | |
And they wandered in | |
From the city of st. john without a dime | |
See the glory | |
Of the royal scam |