Quinella Holiday Lyrics

	作词 : Garrett, Moginie
	The bar was crowded in the arvo din
	And the voices got higher and higher
	For the man at the back with the tickets in his hat
	He would have to do more than aspire to
	A place with some light on the sand near a beach
	A place near some green running water
	Place on the hill with a view of the sea
	And the cooking was done by his daughter
	If the quinella comes in today
	The day is late and the race is run
	A full weeks wages and the lots been done
	'cos the meeting is over and the crowd has thinned
	In the game of chance the dice has rolled it's spin
	Another long week, lady luck makes it plain
	His dreams and his hopes are dashed in vain
	In the final shout as they call his name
	His tickets lie like scattered leaves out on that asphalt plain
	Looking around for the moment that's right
	Lottery life well the numbers are tight
	As they try one more pull on the handle too late
	He thinks of what could be it sticks in his throat
	If the quinella...
	(garrett/moginie)

	zuo ci : Garrett, Moginie
	The bar was crowded in the arvo din
	And the voices got higher and higher
	For the man at the back with the tickets in his hat
	He would have to do more than aspire to
	A place with some light on the sand near a beach
	A place near some green running water
	Place on the hill with a view of the sea
	And the cooking was done by his daughter
	If the quinella comes in today
	The day is late and the race is run
	A full weeks wages and the lots been done
	' cos the meeting is over and the crowd has thinned
	In the game of chance the dice has rolled it' s spin
	Another long week, lady luck makes it plain
	His dreams and his hopes are dashed in vain
	In the final shout as they call his name
	His tickets lie like scattered leaves out on that asphalt plain
	Looking around for the moment that' s right
	Lottery life well the numbers are tight
	As they try one more pull on the handle too late
	He thinks of what could be it sticks in his throat
	If the quinella...
	garrett moginie

	zuò cí : Garrett, Moginie
	The bar was crowded in the arvo din
	And the voices got higher and higher
	For the man at the back with the tickets in his hat
	He would have to do more than aspire to
	A place with some light on the sand near a beach
	A place near some green running water
	Place on the hill with a view of the sea
	And the cooking was done by his daughter
	If the quinella comes in today
	The day is late and the race is run
	A full weeks wages and the lots been done
	' cos the meeting is over and the crowd has thinned
	In the game of chance the dice has rolled it' s spin
	Another long week, lady luck makes it plain
	His dreams and his hopes are dashed in vain
	In the final shout as they call his name
	His tickets lie like scattered leaves out on that asphalt plain
	Looking around for the moment that' s right
	Lottery life well the numbers are tight
	As they try one more pull on the handle too late
	He thinks of what could be it sticks in his throat
	If the quinella...
	garrett moginie

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