歌曲 | A Man Of Great Promise |
歌手 | The Style Council |
专辑 | Gold |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Paul Weller | |
作词 : Weller | |
I bought the paper yesterday and i saw the obituary | |
And i read of how you died in pain - | |
Well i just couldn't understand it | |
If i could of changed that, then lord knows i'd do it now | |
But there is no going back - | |
And what's done is done forever | |
But you were always chained and shackled by the dirt - | |
Of every small town institution and every big town flirt | |
And i think of what you might have been, | |
A man of such great promise | |
Oh but, you seem to forget the dream - | |
And the more you saw you hated | |
But let's not talk of blame, for what is only natural | |
Like a moth going to a flame - | |
You had a dangerous passion | |
But you were always chained and shackled by the dirt - | |
Of every small town institution and every big town flirt | |
All the things that you might have been - but who am i to say? | |
Still i wonder - | |
If it's the cold earth you prefer to lay - | |
If it's the cold earth - you prefer to stay |
zuo qu : Paul Weller | |
zuo ci : Weller | |
I bought the paper yesterday and i saw the obituary | |
And i read of how you died in pain | |
Well i just couldn' t understand it | |
If i could of changed that, then lord knows i' d do it now | |
But there is no going back | |
And what' s done is done forever | |
But you were always chained and shackled by the dirt | |
Of every small town institution and every big town flirt | |
And i think of what you might have been, | |
A man of such great promise | |
Oh but, you seem to forget the dream | |
And the more you saw you hated | |
But let' s not talk of blame, for what is only natural | |
Like a moth going to a flame | |
You had a dangerous passion | |
But you were always chained and shackled by the dirt | |
Of every small town institution and every big town flirt | |
All the things that you might have been but who am i to say? | |
Still i wonder | |
If it' s the cold earth you prefer to lay | |
If it' s the cold earth you prefer to stay |
zuò qǔ : Paul Weller | |
zuò cí : Weller | |
I bought the paper yesterday and i saw the obituary | |
And i read of how you died in pain | |
Well i just couldn' t understand it | |
If i could of changed that, then lord knows i' d do it now | |
But there is no going back | |
And what' s done is done forever | |
But you were always chained and shackled by the dirt | |
Of every small town institution and every big town flirt | |
And i think of what you might have been, | |
A man of such great promise | |
Oh but, you seem to forget the dream | |
And the more you saw you hated | |
But let' s not talk of blame, for what is only natural | |
Like a moth going to a flame | |
You had a dangerous passion | |
But you were always chained and shackled by the dirt | |
Of every small town institution and every big town flirt | |
All the things that you might have been but who am i to say? | |
Still i wonder | |
If it' s the cold earth you prefer to lay | |
If it' s the cold earth you prefer to stay |