Poor Boy 歌词
| 歌曲 | Poor Boy |
| 歌手 | Nick Drake |
| 专辑 | A Treasury |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Nick Drake | |
| 作词 : Drake | |
| Never sing for my supper | |
| I never help my neighbour | |
| Never do what is proper | |
| For my share of labour. | |
| I'm a poor boy | |
| And i'm a rover | |
| Count your coins and | |
| Throw them over my shoulder | |
| I may grow older | |
| Nobody knows | |
| How cold it grows | |
| And nobody sees | |
| How shaky my knees | |
| Nobody cares | |
| How steep my stairs | |
| And nobody smiles | |
| If i cross their stiles. | |
| Oh poor boy | |
| So sorry for himself | |
| Oh poor boy | |
| So worried for his health. | |
| You may say every day | |
| Where will he stay tonight. | |
| Never know what i came for | |
| Seems that i've forgotten | |
| Never ask what i came for | |
| Or how i was begotten. | |
| I'm a poor boy | |
| And i'm a ranger | |
| Things i say | |
| May seem stranger than sunday | |
| Changing to monday. | |
| Nobody knows | |
| How cold it flows | |
| And nobody feels | |
| The worn down heels | |
| Nobody's eyes | |
| Make the skies | |
| Nobody spreads | |
| Their aching heads. | |
| Oh poor boy | |
| So worried for his life | |
| Oh poor boy | |
| So keen to take a wife. | |
| He's a mess but he'll say yes | |
| If you just dress in white. | |
| Nobody knows | |
| How cold it blows | |
| And nobody sees | |
| How shaky my knees | |
| Nobody cares | |
| How steep my stairs | |
| And nobody smiles | |
| If you cross their stiles. | |
| Oh poor boy | |
| So sorry for himself | |
| Oh poor boy | |
| So worried for his health. | |
| You may say every day | |
| Where will he stay tonight. | |
| Oh poor boy | |
| So worried for his life | |
| Oh poor boy | |
| So keen to take a wife. | |
| Oh poor boy | |
| So sorry for himself | |
| Oh poor boy | |
| So worried for his health | |
| Oh poor boy. |
| zuo qu : Nick Drake | |
| zuo ci : Drake | |
| Never sing for my supper | |
| I never help my neighbour | |
| Never do what is proper | |
| For my share of labour. | |
| I' m a poor boy | |
| And i' m a rover | |
| Count your coins and | |
| Throw them over my shoulder | |
| I may grow older | |
| Nobody knows | |
| How cold it grows | |
| And nobody sees | |
| How shaky my knees | |
| Nobody cares | |
| How steep my stairs | |
| And nobody smiles | |
| If i cross their stiles. | |
| Oh poor boy | |
| So sorry for himself | |
| Oh poor boy | |
| So worried for his health. | |
| You may say every day | |
| Where will he stay tonight. | |
| Never know what i came for | |
| Seems that i' ve forgotten | |
| Never ask what i came for | |
| Or how i was begotten. | |
| I' m a poor boy | |
| And i' m a ranger | |
| Things i say | |
| May seem stranger than sunday | |
| Changing to monday. | |
| Nobody knows | |
| How cold it flows | |
| And nobody feels | |
| The worn down heels | |
| Nobody' s eyes | |
| Make the skies | |
| Nobody spreads | |
| Their aching heads. | |
| Oh poor boy | |
| So worried for his life | |
| Oh poor boy | |
| So keen to take a wife. | |
| He' s a mess but he' ll say yes | |
| If you just dress in white. | |
| Nobody knows | |
| How cold it blows | |
| And nobody sees | |
| How shaky my knees | |
| Nobody cares | |
| How steep my stairs | |
| And nobody smiles | |
| If you cross their stiles. | |
| Oh poor boy | |
| So sorry for himself | |
| Oh poor boy | |
| So worried for his health. | |
| You may say every day | |
| Where will he stay tonight. | |
| Oh poor boy | |
| So worried for his life | |
| Oh poor boy | |
| So keen to take a wife. | |
| Oh poor boy | |
| So sorry for himself | |
| Oh poor boy | |
| So worried for his health | |
| Oh poor boy. |
| zuò qǔ : Nick Drake | |
| zuò cí : Drake | |
| Never sing for my supper | |
| I never help my neighbour | |
| Never do what is proper | |
| For my share of labour. | |
| I' m a poor boy | |
| And i' m a rover | |
| Count your coins and | |
| Throw them over my shoulder | |
| I may grow older | |
| Nobody knows | |
| How cold it grows | |
| And nobody sees | |
| How shaky my knees | |
| Nobody cares | |
| How steep my stairs | |
| And nobody smiles | |
| If i cross their stiles. | |
| Oh poor boy | |
| So sorry for himself | |
| Oh poor boy | |
| So worried for his health. | |
| You may say every day | |
| Where will he stay tonight. | |
| Never know what i came for | |
| Seems that i' ve forgotten | |
| Never ask what i came for | |
| Or how i was begotten. | |
| I' m a poor boy | |
| And i' m a ranger | |
| Things i say | |
| May seem stranger than sunday | |
| Changing to monday. | |
| Nobody knows | |
| How cold it flows | |
| And nobody feels | |
| The worn down heels | |
| Nobody' s eyes | |
| Make the skies | |
| Nobody spreads | |
| Their aching heads. | |
| Oh poor boy | |
| So worried for his life | |
| Oh poor boy | |
| So keen to take a wife. | |
| He' s a mess but he' ll say yes | |
| If you just dress in white. | |
| Nobody knows | |
| How cold it blows | |
| And nobody sees | |
| How shaky my knees | |
| Nobody cares | |
| How steep my stairs | |
| And nobody smiles | |
| If you cross their stiles. | |
| Oh poor boy | |
| So sorry for himself | |
| Oh poor boy | |
| So worried for his health. | |
| You may say every day | |
| Where will he stay tonight. | |
| Oh poor boy | |
| So worried for his life | |
| Oh poor boy | |
| So keen to take a wife. | |
| Oh poor boy | |
| So sorry for himself | |
| Oh poor boy | |
| So worried for his health | |
| Oh poor boy. |
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