Song | Power and the Passion |
Artist | Midnight Oil |
Album | 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Garrett, Hirst, Moginie | |
People wasting away | |
In paradise | |
Going backwards, once in a while | |
Taking your time, give it a try | |
What do you believe, what do you believe | |
What do you believe is true? | |
Nothing they say makes a difference this way | |
Nothing they say will do | |
You take all the trouble that you can afford | |
At least you won't have time to be bored | |
At least you won't have time to be bored | |
Oh the power and the passion, oh the temper of the time | |
Oh the power and the passion | |
Sometimes you've got to take the hardest line | |
Sunburnt faces around, with skin so brown | |
Smiling zinc cream and crowds, Sundays the beach never a cloud | |
Breathing eucalypt, pushing panel vans | |
Stuff and munch junk food | |
Laughing at the truth, cos Gough was tough til he hit the rough | |
Uncle Sam and John were quite enough | |
Too much of sunshine too much of sky | |
It's just enough to make you want to cry | |
It's just enough to make you want to cry | |
Oh the power and the passion, oh the temper of the time | |
Oh the power and the passion | |
Sometimes you've got to take the hardest line | |
I see buildings, clothing the sky, in paradise | |
Sydney, nights are warm | |
Daytime telly, blue rinse dawn | |
Dad's so bad he lives in the pub, it's a underarms and football clubs | |
Flat chat, Pine Gap, in every home a Big Mac | |
And no one goes outback, that's that | |
You take what you get and get what you please | |
It's better to die on your feet than to live on your knees | |
It's better to die on your feet than to live on your knees | |
Oh the power and the passion, oh the temper of the time | |
Oh the power and the passion | |
Sometimes you've got to take the hardest line |
zuo ci : Garrett, Hirst, Moginie | |
People wasting away | |
In paradise | |
Going backwards, once in a while | |
Taking your time, give it a try | |
What do you believe, what do you believe | |
What do you believe is true? | |
Nothing they say makes a difference this way | |
Nothing they say will do | |
You take all the trouble that you can afford | |
At least you won' t have time to be bored | |
At least you won' t have time to be bored | |
Oh the power and the passion, oh the temper of the time | |
Oh the power and the passion | |
Sometimes you' ve got to take the hardest line | |
Sunburnt faces around, with skin so brown | |
Smiling zinc cream and crowds, Sundays the beach never a cloud | |
Breathing eucalypt, pushing panel vans | |
Stuff and munch junk food | |
Laughing at the truth, cos Gough was tough til he hit the rough | |
Uncle Sam and John were quite enough | |
Too much of sunshine too much of sky | |
It' s just enough to make you want to cry | |
It' s just enough to make you want to cry | |
Oh the power and the passion, oh the temper of the time | |
Oh the power and the passion | |
Sometimes you' ve got to take the hardest line | |
I see buildings, clothing the sky, in paradise | |
Sydney, nights are warm | |
Daytime telly, blue rinse dawn | |
Dad' s so bad he lives in the pub, it' s a underarms and football clubs | |
Flat chat, Pine Gap, in every home a Big Mac | |
And no one goes outback, that' s that | |
You take what you get and get what you please | |
It' s better to die on your feet than to live on your knees | |
It' s better to die on your feet than to live on your knees | |
Oh the power and the passion, oh the temper of the time | |
Oh the power and the passion | |
Sometimes you' ve got to take the hardest line |
zuò cí : Garrett, Hirst, Moginie | |
People wasting away | |
In paradise | |
Going backwards, once in a while | |
Taking your time, give it a try | |
What do you believe, what do you believe | |
What do you believe is true? | |
Nothing they say makes a difference this way | |
Nothing they say will do | |
You take all the trouble that you can afford | |
At least you won' t have time to be bored | |
At least you won' t have time to be bored | |
Oh the power and the passion, oh the temper of the time | |
Oh the power and the passion | |
Sometimes you' ve got to take the hardest line | |
Sunburnt faces around, with skin so brown | |
Smiling zinc cream and crowds, Sundays the beach never a cloud | |
Breathing eucalypt, pushing panel vans | |
Stuff and munch junk food | |
Laughing at the truth, cos Gough was tough til he hit the rough | |
Uncle Sam and John were quite enough | |
Too much of sunshine too much of sky | |
It' s just enough to make you want to cry | |
It' s just enough to make you want to cry | |
Oh the power and the passion, oh the temper of the time | |
Oh the power and the passion | |
Sometimes you' ve got to take the hardest line | |
I see buildings, clothing the sky, in paradise | |
Sydney, nights are warm | |
Daytime telly, blue rinse dawn | |
Dad' s so bad he lives in the pub, it' s a underarms and football clubs | |
Flat chat, Pine Gap, in every home a Big Mac | |
And no one goes outback, that' s that | |
You take what you get and get what you please | |
It' s better to die on your feet than to live on your knees | |
It' s better to die on your feet than to live on your knees | |
Oh the power and the passion, oh the temper of the time | |
Oh the power and the passion | |
Sometimes you' ve got to take the hardest line |