Guitar And Pen 歌词

歌曲	Guitar And Pen
歌手	The Who
专辑	Thirty Years Of Maximum R&B
下载	Image LRC TXT

	作曲 : Pete Townshend
	作词 : Townshend
	You're alone above the street somewhere
	Wondering how you'll ever count out there
	You can walk, you can talk, you can fight
	But inside you've got something to write
	In your hand you hold your only friend
	Never spend your guitar or your pen
	Your guitar or your pen
	Your guitar or your pen
	Your guitar or your pen
	Your guitar or your pen
	When you take up a pencil and sharpen it up
	When you're kicking the fence and still nothing will budge
	When the words are immobile until you sit down
	Never feel they're worth keeping, they're not easily found
	Then you know in some strange, unexplainable way
	You must really have something
	Jumping, thumping, fighting, hiding away
	Important to say
	When you sing through the verse and you end in a scream
	And you swear and you curse 'cause the rhyming ain't clean
	But it suddenly comes after years of delay
	You pick up your guitar, you can suddenly play
	When your fingers are bleeding and the knuckles are white
	Then you can be sure, you can open the door
	Get off of the floor tonight
	You have something to write
	When you want to complain, there's no one can stop you
	But when your music proclaims, there's no one can top you
	You are wearing you heart on your jumping feet
	You've got a head start away from the street
	But is that what you want, to be rich and be gone?
	Could be there's just one thing left in the end
	Your guitar and your pen
	When you sing to your mum, and you hum and you croon
	And she says that she'd like it 'with more of a tune'
	And you smash your guitar at the end of the bed
	Then you stick it together and start writing again
	And you know that it won't be too long 'til your back
	To bring her some money, she's calling you 'honey'
	Stashed in a bloody great sack
	In your Cadillac
	You're alone
	You're alone
	You're alone above the street somewhere
	Wondering how you'll ever count out there
	You can walk, you can talk, you can fight
	But inside you've got something to write
	In your hand you hold your only friend
	Never spend your guitar or your pen
	Your guitar or your pen X8
	Never spend your guitar or your pen

	zuo qu : Pete Townshend
	zuo ci : Townshend
	You' re alone above the street somewhere
	Wondering how you' ll ever count out there
	You can walk, you can talk, you can fight
	But inside you' ve got something to write
	In your hand you hold your only friend
	Never spend your guitar or your pen
	Your guitar or your pen
	Your guitar or your pen
	Your guitar or your pen
	Your guitar or your pen
	When you take up a pencil and sharpen it up
	When you' re kicking the fence and still nothing will budge
	When the words are immobile until you sit down
	Never feel they' re worth keeping, they' re not easily found
	Then you know in some strange, unexplainable way
	You must really have something
	Jumping, thumping, fighting, hiding away
	Important to say
	When you sing through the verse and you end in a scream
	And you swear and you curse ' cause the rhyming ain' t clean
	But it suddenly comes after years of delay
	You pick up your guitar, you can suddenly play
	When your fingers are bleeding and the knuckles are white
	Then you can be sure, you can open the door
	Get off of the floor tonight
	You have something to write
	When you want to complain, there' s no one can stop you
	But when your music proclaims, there' s no one can top you
	You are wearing you heart on your jumping feet
	You' ve got a head start away from the street
	But is that what you want, to be rich and be gone?
	Could be there' s just one thing left in the end
	Your guitar and your pen
	When you sing to your mum, and you hum and you croon
	And she says that she' d like it ' with more of a tune'
	And you smash your guitar at the end of the bed
	Then you stick it together and start writing again
	And you know that it won' t be too long ' til your back
	To bring her some money, she' s calling you ' honey'
	Stashed in a bloody great sack
	In your Cadillac
	You' re alone
	You' re alone
	You' re alone above the street somewhere
	Wondering how you' ll ever count out there
	You can walk, you can talk, you can fight
	But inside you' ve got something to write
	In your hand you hold your only friend
	Never spend your guitar or your pen
	Your guitar or your pen X8
	Never spend your guitar or your pen

	zuò qǔ : Pete Townshend
	zuò cí : Townshend
	You' re alone above the street somewhere
	Wondering how you' ll ever count out there
	You can walk, you can talk, you can fight
	But inside you' ve got something to write
	In your hand you hold your only friend
	Never spend your guitar or your pen
	Your guitar or your pen
	Your guitar or your pen
	Your guitar or your pen
	Your guitar or your pen
	When you take up a pencil and sharpen it up
	When you' re kicking the fence and still nothing will budge
	When the words are immobile until you sit down
	Never feel they' re worth keeping, they' re not easily found
	Then you know in some strange, unexplainable way
	You must really have something
	Jumping, thumping, fighting, hiding away
	Important to say
	When you sing through the verse and you end in a scream
	And you swear and you curse ' cause the rhyming ain' t clean
	But it suddenly comes after years of delay
	You pick up your guitar, you can suddenly play
	When your fingers are bleeding and the knuckles are white
	Then you can be sure, you can open the door
	Get off of the floor tonight
	You have something to write
	When you want to complain, there' s no one can stop you
	But when your music proclaims, there' s no one can top you
	You are wearing you heart on your jumping feet
	You' ve got a head start away from the street
	But is that what you want, to be rich and be gone?
	Could be there' s just one thing left in the end
	Your guitar and your pen
	When you sing to your mum, and you hum and you croon
	And she says that she' d like it ' with more of a tune'
	And you smash your guitar at the end of the bed
	Then you stick it together and start writing again
	And you know that it won' t be too long ' til your back
	To bring her some money, she' s calling you ' honey'
	Stashed in a bloody great sack
	In your Cadillac
	You' re alone
	You' re alone
	You' re alone above the street somewhere
	Wondering how you' ll ever count out there
	You can walk, you can talk, you can fight
	But inside you' ve got something to write
	In your hand you hold your only friend
	Never spend your guitar or your pen
	Your guitar or your pen X8
	Never spend your guitar or your pen

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