歌曲 | He'll Go Down |
歌手 | Billy Bragg & the Blokes |
专辑 | England, Half English |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Bragg | |
Drop dead gorgeous and the rest | |
Resurrected his interest | |
Clouds so swift the rain won't lift | |
He'll wait for you when you change your shift | |
And he'll go down and he'll drag you on the ground | |
He'll panic you into attack | |
He'll tape your calls and play them back | |
And the next thing you'll be knowing | |
Your desperation will be showing | |
And he'll go down and he'll drag you on the ground | |
He'll offer you pretty balloons | |
They'll burst before they've played a tune | |
Please don't wear that satin dress | |
And don't give him your home address | |
‘Cos he'll go down and he'll drag you on the ground | |
He plays a high fast mighty game | |
It always ends up just the same | |
Your welcome will be worn out | |
Your suspicions will be borne out | |
And he'll go down and he'll drag you on the ground |
zuo qu : Bragg | |
Drop dead gorgeous and the rest | |
Resurrected his interest | |
Clouds so swift the rain won' t lift | |
He' ll wait for you when you change your shift | |
And he' ll go down and he' ll drag you on the ground | |
He' ll panic you into attack | |
He' ll tape your calls and play them back | |
And the next thing you' ll be knowing | |
Your desperation will be showing | |
And he' ll go down and he' ll drag you on the ground | |
He' ll offer you pretty balloons | |
They' ll burst before they' ve played a tune | |
Please don' t wear that satin dress | |
And don' t give him your home address | |
' Cos he' ll go down and he' ll drag you on the ground | |
He plays a high fast mighty game | |
It always ends up just the same | |
Your welcome will be worn out | |
Your suspicions will be borne out | |
And he' ll go down and he' ll drag you on the ground |
zuò qǔ : Bragg | |
Drop dead gorgeous and the rest | |
Resurrected his interest | |
Clouds so swift the rain won' t lift | |
He' ll wait for you when you change your shift | |
And he' ll go down and he' ll drag you on the ground | |
He' ll panic you into attack | |
He' ll tape your calls and play them back | |
And the next thing you' ll be knowing | |
Your desperation will be showing | |
And he' ll go down and he' ll drag you on the ground | |
He' ll offer you pretty balloons | |
They' ll burst before they' ve played a tune | |
Please don' t wear that satin dress | |
And don' t give him your home address | |
' Cos he' ll go down and he' ll drag you on the ground | |
He plays a high fast mighty game | |
It always ends up just the same | |
Your welcome will be worn out | |
Your suspicions will be borne out | |
And he' ll go down and he' ll drag you on the ground |