歌曲 | Jabberwocky |
歌手 | Donovan |
专辑 | HMS Donovan |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Carroll, Donovan | |
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves | |
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; | |
All mimsy were the borogoves, | |
And the mome raths outgrabe. | |
'Beware the Jabberwock, my son! | |
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! | |
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun | |
The frumious Bandersnatch!' | |
He took his vorpal sword in hand: | |
Long time the manxome foe he sought- | |
So rested he by the Tumtum tree, | |
And stood awhile in thought. | |
And as in uffish thought he stood, | |
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, | |
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, | |
And burbled as it came! | |
One, two! One, two! And through and through | |
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack! | |
He left it dead, and with its head | |
He went galumphing back. | |
'And has thou slain the Jabberwock? | |
Come to my arms, my beamish boy! | |
O frabjous day! Calloh! Callay!' | |
He chortled in his joy. | |
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves | |
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; | |
All mimsy were the borogoves, | |
And the mome raths outgrabe. |
zuo ci : Carroll, Donovan | |
' Twas brillig, and the slithy toves | |
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe | |
All mimsy were the borogoves, | |
And the mome raths outgrabe. | |
' Beware the Jabberwock, my son! | |
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! | |
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun | |
The frumious Bandersnatch!' | |
He took his vorpal sword in hand: | |
Long time the manxome foe he sought | |
So rested he by the Tumtum tree, | |
And stood awhile in thought. | |
And as in uffish thought he stood, | |
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, | |
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, | |
And burbled as it came! | |
One, two! One, two! And through and through | |
The vorpal blade went snickersnack! | |
He left it dead, and with its head | |
He went galumphing back. | |
' And has thou slain the Jabberwock? | |
Come to my arms, my beamish boy! | |
O frabjous day! Calloh! Callay!' | |
He chortled in his joy. | |
' Twas brillig, and the slithy toves | |
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe | |
All mimsy were the borogoves, | |
And the mome raths outgrabe. |
zuò cí : Carroll, Donovan | |
' Twas brillig, and the slithy toves | |
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe | |
All mimsy were the borogoves, | |
And the mome raths outgrabe. | |
' Beware the Jabberwock, my son! | |
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! | |
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun | |
The frumious Bandersnatch!' | |
He took his vorpal sword in hand: | |
Long time the manxome foe he sought | |
So rested he by the Tumtum tree, | |
And stood awhile in thought. | |
And as in uffish thought he stood, | |
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, | |
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, | |
And burbled as it came! | |
One, two! One, two! And through and through | |
The vorpal blade went snickersnack! | |
He left it dead, and with its head | |
He went galumphing back. | |
' And has thou slain the Jabberwock? | |
Come to my arms, my beamish boy! | |
O frabjous day! Calloh! Callay!' | |
He chortled in his joy. | |
' Twas brillig, and the slithy toves | |
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe | |
All mimsy were the borogoves, | |
And the mome raths outgrabe. |