Song | We Sing Hallelujah |
Artist | Richard & Linda Thompson |
Album | I Want to See the Bright Lights Tonight |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Thompson | |
A man is like a rusty wheel | |
On a rusty cart | |
He sings his song as he rattles along | |
And then he falls apart | |
And we'll sing hallelujah | |
At the turning of the year | |
And we work all day in the old-fashioned way | |
Till the shining star appears | |
A man is like a briar | |
He covers himself with thorns | |
He laughs like a clown when his fortune's down | |
And his clothes are ragged and torn | |
And we'll sing hallelujah | |
At the turning of the year | |
And we work all day in the old-fashioned way | |
Till the shining star appears | |
A man is like a three string fiddle | |
Hanging up on the wall | |
He plays when somebody scrapes on the bow | |
Or he can't play at all | |
And we'll sing hallelujah | |
At the turning of the year | |
And we work all day in the old-fashioned way | |
Till the shining star appears | |
A man is like his father | |
Wishes he never was born | |
He longs for the time when the clock will chime | |
And he's dead forevermore | |
And we'll sing hallelujah | |
At the turning of the year | |
And we work all day in the old-fashioned way | |
Till the shining star appears | |
And we'll sing hallelujah | |
At the turning of the year | |
And we work all day in the old-fashioned way | |
Till the shining star appears |
zuo qu : Thompson | |
A man is like a rusty wheel | |
On a rusty cart | |
He sings his song as he rattles along | |
And then he falls apart | |
And we' ll sing hallelujah | |
At the turning of the year | |
And we work all day in the oldfashioned way | |
Till the shining star appears | |
A man is like a briar | |
He covers himself with thorns | |
He laughs like a clown when his fortune' s down | |
And his clothes are ragged and torn | |
And we' ll sing hallelujah | |
At the turning of the year | |
And we work all day in the oldfashioned way | |
Till the shining star appears | |
A man is like a three string fiddle | |
Hanging up on the wall | |
He plays when somebody scrapes on the bow | |
Or he can' t play at all | |
And we' ll sing hallelujah | |
At the turning of the year | |
And we work all day in the oldfashioned way | |
Till the shining star appears | |
A man is like his father | |
Wishes he never was born | |
He longs for the time when the clock will chime | |
And he' s dead forevermore | |
And we' ll sing hallelujah | |
At the turning of the year | |
And we work all day in the oldfashioned way | |
Till the shining star appears | |
And we' ll sing hallelujah | |
At the turning of the year | |
And we work all day in the oldfashioned way | |
Till the shining star appears |
zuò qǔ : Thompson | |
A man is like a rusty wheel | |
On a rusty cart | |
He sings his song as he rattles along | |
And then he falls apart | |
And we' ll sing hallelujah | |
At the turning of the year | |
And we work all day in the oldfashioned way | |
Till the shining star appears | |
A man is like a briar | |
He covers himself with thorns | |
He laughs like a clown when his fortune' s down | |
And his clothes are ragged and torn | |
And we' ll sing hallelujah | |
At the turning of the year | |
And we work all day in the oldfashioned way | |
Till the shining star appears | |
A man is like a three string fiddle | |
Hanging up on the wall | |
He plays when somebody scrapes on the bow | |
Or he can' t play at all | |
And we' ll sing hallelujah | |
At the turning of the year | |
And we work all day in the oldfashioned way | |
Till the shining star appears | |
A man is like his father | |
Wishes he never was born | |
He longs for the time when the clock will chime | |
And he' s dead forevermore | |
And we' ll sing hallelujah | |
At the turning of the year | |
And we work all day in the oldfashioned way | |
Till the shining star appears | |
And we' ll sing hallelujah | |
At the turning of the year | |
And we work all day in the oldfashioned way | |
Till the shining star appears |