歌曲 | Mr Speaker (Gets the Word) |
歌手 | Madness |
专辑 | Presents the Rise & Fall |
作词 : Barson, McPherson | |
Humble thyself humble thyself | |
And ye shall be exalted | |
Lars porsena of crucium | |
By the nine | |
Gods he swore | |
Humble thyself and ye shall be exalted | |
You have all the members of the body | |
Use them wisely that the great house of | |
TarquinShould suffer wrong no more | |
By the nine | |
Gods he swore it | |
And named the trysting day | |
Bade his messengers ride forth | |
East and West and | |
South and | |
NorthTo summon his array you | |
Have all the members of the body | |
Use them wisely into the | |
Valley of death ode the six hundred | |
Wriggles from his captor's arms | |
Mr. Speaker gets the word | |
Running now from the alarms | |
Speak his mind free as a bird | |
Free now to roam around | |
Stand up straight when he quotes | |
Spread the word that he has found | |
Books of verse and scribbled notes | |
Mr. Speaker gets the word | |
To tell the secrets he has heard | |
Speaks so fast his words are slurred | |
Mr. Speaker gets the word | |
Stands up straight outside my door | |
I bring you now the words | |
I've learned | |
Whom it may concern senor | |
Tell my friends | |
I have returned | |
Mr. Speaker gets the word | |
To tell the secrets he has heard | |
Speaks so fast his words are slurred | |
Mr. Speaker gets the word | |
Excitement rages through his brain | |
Stirred and stirred throughout the years | |
Not enough time to explain | |
Eyes of madness eyes of fear | |
Making space from | |
Conley Hatch | |
LaneJust some poetry my friend | |
Scuttles pass my window frame | |
Vanishes right round the bend | |
Mr. Speaker gets the word | |
To tell the secrets he has heard | |
Speaks so fast his words are slurred | |
Mr. Speaker gets the word |
zuò cí : Barson, McPherson | |
Humble thyself humble thyself | |
And ye shall be exalted | |
Lars porsena of crucium | |
By the nine | |
Gods he swore | |
Humble thyself and ye shall be exalted | |
You have all the members of the body | |
Use them wisely that the great house of | |
TarquinShould suffer wrong no more | |
By the nine | |
Gods he swore it | |
And named the trysting day | |
Bade his messengers ride forth | |
East and West and | |
South and | |
NorthTo summon his array you | |
Have all the members of the body | |
Use them wisely into the | |
Valley of death ode the six hundred | |
Wriggles from his captor' s arms | |
Mr. Speaker gets the word | |
Running now from the alarms | |
Speak his mind free as a bird | |
Free now to roam around | |
Stand up straight when he quotes | |
Spread the word that he has found | |
Books of verse and scribbled notes | |
Mr. Speaker gets the word | |
To tell the secrets he has heard | |
Speaks so fast his words are slurred | |
Mr. Speaker gets the word | |
Stands up straight outside my door | |
I bring you now the words | |
I' ve learned | |
Whom it may concern senor | |
Tell my friends | |
I have returned | |
Mr. Speaker gets the word | |
To tell the secrets he has heard | |
Speaks so fast his words are slurred | |
Mr. Speaker gets the word | |
Excitement rages through his brain | |
Stirred and stirred throughout the years | |
Not enough time to explain | |
Eyes of madness eyes of fear | |
Making space from | |
Conley Hatch | |
LaneJust some poetry my friend | |
Scuttles pass my window frame | |
Vanishes right round the bend | |
Mr. Speaker gets the word | |
To tell the secrets he has heard | |
Speaks so fast his words are slurred | |
Mr. Speaker gets the word |