Song | Hunting Girl |
Artist | Jethro Tull |
Album | Back In USA |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Anderson | |
One day I walked the roads and crossed a field to go | |
By where the hounds ran hard | |
And on the master raced behind the hunters chased | |
To where the path was barred | |
One fine young lady's horse | |
Refused the fence to clear | |
I unlocked the gate but she did wait | |
Until the pack had disappeared | |
Crop handle carved in bone, sat high upon a throne | |
Of finest | |
English leather | |
The Queen of all the pack, this joker raised his hat | |
And talked about the weather | |
All should be warned about | |
This high born hunting girl | |
She took this simple man's downfall in hand | |
I raised the flag that she unfurled | |
Boot leather flashing | |
And spur necks the size of my thumb | |
This highborn hunter | |
Had tastes as strange as they come, come | |
Unbridled passion, | |
I took the bit in my teeth | |
Her standing over me on my knees underneath, underneath | |
My lady, be discrete, | |
I must get to my feet | |
And go back to the farm | |
Whilst I appreciate you are no deviate | |
I might do some harm | |
I'm not inclined to acts refined | |
If that's how it goes | |
Oh, high born hunting girl | |
I'm just a normal low born so and so | |
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh |
zuo ci : Anderson | |
One day I walked the roads and crossed a field to go | |
By where the hounds ran hard | |
And on the master raced behind the hunters chased | |
To where the path was barred | |
One fine young lady' s horse | |
Refused the fence to clear | |
I unlocked the gate but she did wait | |
Until the pack had disappeared | |
Crop handle carved in bone, sat high upon a throne | |
Of finest | |
English leather | |
The Queen of all the pack, this joker raised his hat | |
And talked about the weather | |
All should be warned about | |
This high born hunting girl | |
She took this simple man' s downfall in hand | |
I raised the flag that she unfurled | |
Boot leather flashing | |
And spur necks the size of my thumb | |
This highborn hunter | |
Had tastes as strange as they come, come | |
Unbridled passion, | |
I took the bit in my teeth | |
Her standing over me on my knees underneath, underneath | |
My lady, be discrete, | |
I must get to my feet | |
And go back to the farm | |
Whilst I appreciate you are no deviate | |
I might do some harm | |
I' m not inclined to acts refined | |
If that' s how it goes | |
Oh, high born hunting girl | |
I' m just a normal low born so and so | |
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh |
zuò cí : Anderson | |
One day I walked the roads and crossed a field to go | |
By where the hounds ran hard | |
And on the master raced behind the hunters chased | |
To where the path was barred | |
One fine young lady' s horse | |
Refused the fence to clear | |
I unlocked the gate but she did wait | |
Until the pack had disappeared | |
Crop handle carved in bone, sat high upon a throne | |
Of finest | |
English leather | |
The Queen of all the pack, this joker raised his hat | |
And talked about the weather | |
All should be warned about | |
This high born hunting girl | |
She took this simple man' s downfall in hand | |
I raised the flag that she unfurled | |
Boot leather flashing | |
And spur necks the size of my thumb | |
This highborn hunter | |
Had tastes as strange as they come, come | |
Unbridled passion, | |
I took the bit in my teeth | |
Her standing over me on my knees underneath, underneath | |
My lady, be discrete, | |
I must get to my feet | |
And go back to the farm | |
Whilst I appreciate you are no deviate | |
I might do some harm | |
I' m not inclined to acts refined | |
If that' s how it goes | |
Oh, high born hunting girl | |
I' m just a normal low born so and so | |
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh |