歌曲 | Romany |
歌手 | The Tossers |
专辑 | Agony |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
I can tell you how it feels to be a gypsy | |
To live the Romany way your whole life through | |
Busking ‘round the world it leaves me thinking | |
That it’s less a pound I have to give to you | |
The road’s the shoe that fits, I cant deny it | |
Now there’s nothing wrong with living on the go | |
It can be for a week if you can take it | |
To have to find a place each night to go | |
There’s nothing wrong with wondering if there’s more to life than this | |
To return your lover’s warmth and hear, “I missed you so.” | |
It’s everyone’s land no one can lay a claim here | |
Any more than the deep ocean bed below | |
To answer to no one, but still you’re singing | |
For your supper out each night in the cold | |
I miss my love at home, but I have not a penny | |
Dear god, like this, I just cannot home. | |
I miss my love at home, but I have not a penny | |
Dear god, like this, I just cannot home to you. |
I can tell you how it feels to be a gypsy | |
To live the Romany way your whole life through | |
Busking ' round the world it leaves me thinking | |
That it' s less a pound I have to give to you | |
The road' s the shoe that fits, I cant deny it | |
Now there' s nothing wrong with living on the go | |
It can be for a week if you can take it | |
To have to find a place each night to go | |
There' s nothing wrong with wondering if there' s more to life than this | |
To return your lover' s warmth and hear, " I missed you so." | |
It' s everyone' s land no one can lay a claim here | |
Any more than the deep ocean bed below | |
To answer to no one, but still you' re singing | |
For your supper out each night in the cold | |
I miss my love at home, but I have not a penny | |
Dear god, like this, I just cannot home. | |
I miss my love at home, but I have not a penny | |
Dear god, like this, I just cannot home to you. |
I can tell you how it feels to be a gypsy | |
To live the Romany way your whole life through | |
Busking ' round the world it leaves me thinking | |
That it' s less a pound I have to give to you | |
The road' s the shoe that fits, I cant deny it | |
Now there' s nothing wrong with living on the go | |
It can be for a week if you can take it | |
To have to find a place each night to go | |
There' s nothing wrong with wondering if there' s more to life than this | |
To return your lover' s warmth and hear, " I missed you so." | |
It' s everyone' s land no one can lay a claim here | |
Any more than the deep ocean bed below | |
To answer to no one, but still you' re singing | |
For your supper out each night in the cold | |
I miss my love at home, but I have not a penny | |
Dear god, like this, I just cannot home. | |
I miss my love at home, but I have not a penny | |
Dear god, like this, I just cannot home to you. |