歌曲 | The Blonde Waltz |
歌手 | The Charlatans |
专辑 | Collection |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Tony Rogers/Tim Burgess/Martin Blunt/Mark Collins/Jon Brookes | |
Oh! My love my darling young son | |
All we need is a hungry council | |
Clean living it's all here in your home | |
Wouldn't it be nice to get away. Shout! | |
Morning how are you today, my hands are blazing | |
My arms are broken | |
I looked you up, I read your book | |
I held you up, I kept you good | |
I guess I didn't really take a look | |
I guess I'm your man | |
Oh! My love be quiet and be quick | |
I found a house to live (keep out the weather) | |
I'm blind and I'm sick | |
I heard the sound of thunder | |
In the place where all the poets sing | |
I couldn't get out, I couldn't get in | |
I'm hearing you, I'm hearing you | |
I looked up, I found God (love) | |
I couldn't see I'll soon be 33 | |
I guess I didn't really want to see | |
I guess I'm your man | |
Oh lord I feel my footsteps go on | |
All we need is a loving council to keep living | |
And I'll keep moving on - I'll keep my guard | |
And (buy) another farm find a hospital | |
To fix a broken arm be a pedigree | |
On a higher ground - come with me come with me | |
I've been run on, been walked on, been spat on, been whispered to | |
I guess I didn't mean to hurt you | |
I too often try not to think about it, build myself a ship and then | |
Destroy it... I always have to check | |
To see if I'm still breathing | |
Oh! My love my darling young son | |
Go rest your weary head | |
And I will pray for good to come | |
Wouldn't it be nice to get away | |
Shout (good) morning how are you today | |
My hands are blazing my arms are broken | |
I took you up, I read your book | |
I looked you up, I kept you good | |
I guess I didn't really take a look | |
I guess I'm your man | |
I guess I'm your man |
zuo qu : Tony Rogers Tim Burgess Martin Blunt Mark Collins Jon Brookes | |
Oh! My love my darling young son | |
All we need is a hungry council | |
Clean living it' s all here in your home | |
Wouldn' t it be nice to get away. Shout! | |
Morning how are you today, my hands are blazing | |
My arms are broken | |
I looked you up, I read your book | |
I held you up, I kept you good | |
I guess I didn' t really take a look | |
I guess I' m your man | |
Oh! My love be quiet and be quick | |
I found a house to live keep out the weather | |
I' m blind and I' m sick | |
I heard the sound of thunder | |
In the place where all the poets sing | |
I couldn' t get out, I couldn' t get in | |
I' m hearing you, I' m hearing you | |
I looked up, I found God love | |
I couldn' t see I' ll soon be 33 | |
I guess I didn' t really want to see | |
I guess I' m your man | |
Oh lord I feel my footsteps go on | |
All we need is a loving council to keep living | |
And I' ll keep moving on I' ll keep my guard | |
And buy another farm find a hospital | |
To fix a broken arm be a pedigree | |
On a higher ground come with me come with me | |
I' ve been run on, been walked on, been spat on, been whispered to | |
I guess I didn' t mean to hurt you | |
I too often try not to think about it, build myself a ship and then | |
Destroy it... I always have to check | |
To see if I' m still breathing | |
Oh! My love my darling young son | |
Go rest your weary head | |
And I will pray for good to come | |
Wouldn' t it be nice to get away | |
Shout good morning how are you today | |
My hands are blazing my arms are broken | |
I took you up, I read your book | |
I looked you up, I kept you good | |
I guess I didn' t really take a look | |
I guess I' m your man | |
I guess I' m your man |
zuò qǔ : Tony Rogers Tim Burgess Martin Blunt Mark Collins Jon Brookes | |
Oh! My love my darling young son | |
All we need is a hungry council | |
Clean living it' s all here in your home | |
Wouldn' t it be nice to get away. Shout! | |
Morning how are you today, my hands are blazing | |
My arms are broken | |
I looked you up, I read your book | |
I held you up, I kept you good | |
I guess I didn' t really take a look | |
I guess I' m your man | |
Oh! My love be quiet and be quick | |
I found a house to live keep out the weather | |
I' m blind and I' m sick | |
I heard the sound of thunder | |
In the place where all the poets sing | |
I couldn' t get out, I couldn' t get in | |
I' m hearing you, I' m hearing you | |
I looked up, I found God love | |
I couldn' t see I' ll soon be 33 | |
I guess I didn' t really want to see | |
I guess I' m your man | |
Oh lord I feel my footsteps go on | |
All we need is a loving council to keep living | |
And I' ll keep moving on I' ll keep my guard | |
And buy another farm find a hospital | |
To fix a broken arm be a pedigree | |
On a higher ground come with me come with me | |
I' ve been run on, been walked on, been spat on, been whispered to | |
I guess I didn' t mean to hurt you | |
I too often try not to think about it, build myself a ship and then | |
Destroy it... I always have to check | |
To see if I' m still breathing | |
Oh! My love my darling young son | |
Go rest your weary head | |
And I will pray for good to come | |
Wouldn' t it be nice to get away | |
Shout good morning how are you today | |
My hands are blazing my arms are broken | |
I took you up, I read your book | |
I looked you up, I kept you good | |
I guess I didn' t really take a look | |
I guess I' m your man | |
I guess I' m your man |