Song | My Love of This Land |
Artist | Killing Joke |
Album | Outside the Gate |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Coleman, Walker | |
The sun is setting in on | |
England's green and pleasant land | |
AT dusk I leave the town to tear the fences down | |
And I ignore the voice of education sighing and crying in my head | |
In the light of every dream, we're all coming home | |
Lazy days and summer haze, my love of this land | |
Memories of gentlemen and cricket fade away in the hot summer | |
But still they carry out traditions of the past without a meaning | |
In the light of every dream, we're all coming home | |
Lazy days and summer haze, my love of this land | |
New towns and concrete towerblocks, inhuman as they stand | |
And did those feel in ancient times, or was it just our imaginations? | |
In the light of every dream, we're all coming home | |
Lazy days and summer haze, my love of this land |
zuo ci : Coleman, Walker | |
The sun is setting in on | |
England' s green and pleasant land | |
AT dusk I leave the town to tear the fences down | |
And I ignore the voice of education sighing and crying in my head | |
In the light of every dream, we' re all coming home | |
Lazy days and summer haze, my love of this land | |
Memories of gentlemen and cricket fade away in the hot summer | |
But still they carry out traditions of the past without a meaning | |
In the light of every dream, we' re all coming home | |
Lazy days and summer haze, my love of this land | |
New towns and concrete towerblocks, inhuman as they stand | |
And did those feel in ancient times, or was it just our imaginations? | |
In the light of every dream, we' re all coming home | |
Lazy days and summer haze, my love of this land |
zuò cí : Coleman, Walker | |
The sun is setting in on | |
England' s green and pleasant land | |
AT dusk I leave the town to tear the fences down | |
And I ignore the voice of education sighing and crying in my head | |
In the light of every dream, we' re all coming home | |
Lazy days and summer haze, my love of this land | |
Memories of gentlemen and cricket fade away in the hot summer | |
But still they carry out traditions of the past without a meaning | |
In the light of every dream, we' re all coming home | |
Lazy days and summer haze, my love of this land | |
New towns and concrete towerblocks, inhuman as they stand | |
And did those feel in ancient times, or was it just our imaginations? | |
In the light of every dream, we' re all coming home | |
Lazy days and summer haze, my love of this land |