Song | Gaslight Street |
Artist | Herman's Hermits |
Album | There's a Kind of Hush All Over the World |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Hopwood, Leckenby | |
There's a place on the edge of town | |
Where the kids all hang around | |
Cobbled streets and terraced houses | |
Window boxes all around | |
It's never changed in sixty years | |
And it's tumbling down | |
It's never really know by name | |
It's called | |
Gaslight Street | |
Gaslight Street | |
In the evening when the sun goes down | |
And there ain't nobody else around | |
The lamp lighter walks down the street | |
Illumination, indiscreet | |
It doesn't have much effect it seems | |
He's wasting his time | |
The lamp light don't shine so bright | |
On Gaslight | |
Street Gaslight | |
Street Every night at nine | |
There's children playing around the street | |
Trying to dodge their parents | |
When they call them in to go to sleep | |
Monday morning and as a rule | |
The place is quiet they're all at school | |
Lines of washing hang across the street | |
A weary policeman walks his beat | |
It's never changed in sixty years | |
And it's tumbling down | |
It's never really known by name | |
It's called | |
Gaslight Street | |
Gaslight Street |
zuo ci : Hopwood, Leckenby | |
There' s a place on the edge of town | |
Where the kids all hang around | |
Cobbled streets and terraced houses | |
Window boxes all around | |
It' s never changed in sixty years | |
And it' s tumbling down | |
It' s never really know by name | |
It' s called | |
Gaslight Street | |
Gaslight Street | |
In the evening when the sun goes down | |
And there ain' t nobody else around | |
The lamp lighter walks down the street | |
Illumination, indiscreet | |
It doesn' t have much effect it seems | |
He' s wasting his time | |
The lamp light don' t shine so bright | |
On Gaslight | |
Street Gaslight | |
Street Every night at nine | |
There' s children playing around the street | |
Trying to dodge their parents | |
When they call them in to go to sleep | |
Monday morning and as a rule | |
The place is quiet they' re all at school | |
Lines of washing hang across the street | |
A weary policeman walks his beat | |
It' s never changed in sixty years | |
And it' s tumbling down | |
It' s never really known by name | |
It' s called | |
Gaslight Street | |
Gaslight Street |
zuò cí : Hopwood, Leckenby | |
There' s a place on the edge of town | |
Where the kids all hang around | |
Cobbled streets and terraced houses | |
Window boxes all around | |
It' s never changed in sixty years | |
And it' s tumbling down | |
It' s never really know by name | |
It' s called | |
Gaslight Street | |
Gaslight Street | |
In the evening when the sun goes down | |
And there ain' t nobody else around | |
The lamp lighter walks down the street | |
Illumination, indiscreet | |
It doesn' t have much effect it seems | |
He' s wasting his time | |
The lamp light don' t shine so bright | |
On Gaslight | |
Street Gaslight | |
Street Every night at nine | |
There' s children playing around the street | |
Trying to dodge their parents | |
When they call them in to go to sleep | |
Monday morning and as a rule | |
The place is quiet they' re all at school | |
Lines of washing hang across the street | |
A weary policeman walks his beat | |
It' s never changed in sixty years | |
And it' s tumbling down | |
It' s never really known by name | |
It' s called | |
Gaslight Street | |
Gaslight Street |