| Song | We Sing Hallelujah |
| Artist | Richard & Linda Thompson |
| Album | I Want to See the Bright Lights Tonight |
| 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 |
| 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 |