| Song | This Place (Rearranged) |
| Artist | Little River Band |
| Album | The Big Box |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作词 : (Hind/Inglis) |
| [00:00.00] | 作曲 : (Hind/Inglis) |
| [00:00.00] | Busted doors and broken women hang out in the street |
| [00:26.37] | Faces unfamiliar turn to stare and not to greet |
| [00:33.69] | And the old café door’s permanently closed, no more cappuccino brewing |
| [00:43.02] | There’s a pair of eyes peering through the afterglow |
| [00:46.20] | Wondering what the hell |
| [00:48.39] | I’m doin ’ |
| [00:51.27] | This place used to be my home |
| [00:55.44] | This town |
| [00:56.46] | I used to call my own |
| [00:59.22] | Over the years nothin’ and no one’s grown |
| [01:03.03] | In this place, |
| [01:06.33] | I used to call my home |
| [01:16.74] | The old tree on the hill’s still standin’ |
| [01:20.04] | Where my baby and |
| [01:20.85] | I used to lay down |
| [01:24.63] | She taught me about livin ’, lovin’ and life |
| [01:28.47] | My first and only love from this town |
| [01:32.67] | And the plain old houses seem like long lost friends |
| [01:37.86] | But most have been torn down |
| [01:42.27] | I guess they tried to make way for some kinda progress |
| [01:45.72] | So hard to find in this town |
| [01:50.25] | This place used to be my home |
| [01:54.51] | This town |
| [01:55.47] | I used to call my own |
| [01:58.29] | Over the years nothin’ and nobody’s grown |
| [02:02.07] | In this place, |
| [02:05.37] | I used to call my home |
| [02:09.18] | Fields of green and lazy skies |
| [02:13.32] | Golden memories just pass me by |
| [02:16.44] | When you go back, well, it’s never the same |
| [02:21.18] | I know it’s true |
| [02:23.34] | But I’m still hooked on you … and this place |
| [02:44.34] | The old café door’s permanently closed, no more cappuccino brewing |
| [02:51.63] | There’ s a pair of eyes peering through the afterglow |
| [02:57.99] | Wonderin’ what the hell |
| [02:59.79] | I’m doin’ |
| [03:02.01] | This place used to be my home |
| [03:06.21] | This town |
| [03:07.17] | I used to call my own |
| [03:09.93] | Over the years nothin’ and no one’s grown |
| [03:13.77] | In this place … |
| [03:18.81] | This place used to be my home |
| [03:23.13] | This town |
| [03:52.74] | I used to call my own |
| [04:02.61] | Over the years nothin ’ and no one ’s grown |
| [04:27.96] | In this place, |
| [04:28.35] | I used to call my home |
| [00:00.00] | zuo ci : Hind Inglis |
| [00:00.00] | zuo qu : Hind Inglis |
| [00:00.00] | Busted doors and broken women hang out in the street |
| [00:26.37] | Faces unfamiliar turn to stare and not to greet |
| [00:33.69] | And the old cafe door' s permanently closed, no more cappuccino brewing |
| [00:43.02] | There' s a pair of eyes peering through the afterglow |
| [00:46.20] | Wondering what the hell |
| [00:48.39] | I' m doin ' |
| [00:51.27] | This place used to be my home |
| [00:55.44] | This town |
| [00:56.46] | I used to call my own |
| [00:59.22] | Over the years nothin' and no one' s grown |
| [01:03.03] | In this place, |
| [01:06.33] | I used to call my home |
| [01:16.74] | The old tree on the hill' s still standin' |
| [01:20.04] | Where my baby and |
| [01:20.85] | I used to lay down |
| [01:24.63] | She taught me about livin ', lovin' and life |
| [01:28.47] | My first and only love from this town |
| [01:32.67] | And the plain old houses seem like long lost friends |
| [01:37.86] | But most have been torn down |
| [01:42.27] | I guess they tried to make way for some kinda progress |
| [01:45.72] | So hard to find in this town |
| [01:50.25] | This place used to be my home |
| [01:54.51] | This town |
| [01:55.47] | I used to call my own |
| [01:58.29] | Over the years nothin' and nobody' s grown |
| [02:02.07] | In this place, |
| [02:05.37] | I used to call my home |
| [02:09.18] | Fields of green and lazy skies |
| [02:13.32] | Golden memories just pass me by |
| [02:16.44] | When you go back, well, it' s never the same |
| [02:21.18] | I know it' s true |
| [02:23.34] | But I' m still hooked on you and this place |
| [02:44.34] | The old cafe door' s permanently closed, no more cappuccino brewing |
| [02:51.63] | There' s a pair of eyes peering through the afterglow |
| [02:57.99] | Wonderin' what the hell |
| [02:59.79] | I' m doin' |
| [03:02.01] | This place used to be my home |
| [03:06.21] | This town |
| [03:07.17] | I used to call my own |
| [03:09.93] | Over the years nothin' and no one' s grown |
| [03:13.77] | In this place |
| [03:18.81] | This place used to be my home |
| [03:23.13] | This town |
| [03:52.74] | I used to call my own |
| [04:02.61] | Over the years nothin ' and no one ' s grown |
| [04:27.96] | In this place, |
| [04:28.35] | I used to call my home |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : Hind Inglis |
| [00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Hind Inglis |
| [00:00.00] | Busted doors and broken women hang out in the street |
| [00:26.37] | Faces unfamiliar turn to stare and not to greet |
| [00:33.69] | And the old café door' s permanently closed, no more cappuccino brewing |
| [00:43.02] | There' s a pair of eyes peering through the afterglow |
| [00:46.20] | Wondering what the hell |
| [00:48.39] | I' m doin ' |
| [00:51.27] | This place used to be my home |
| [00:55.44] | This town |
| [00:56.46] | I used to call my own |
| [00:59.22] | Over the years nothin' and no one' s grown |
| [01:03.03] | In this place, |
| [01:06.33] | I used to call my home |
| [01:16.74] | The old tree on the hill' s still standin' |
| [01:20.04] | Where my baby and |
| [01:20.85] | I used to lay down |
| [01:24.63] | She taught me about livin ', lovin' and life |
| [01:28.47] | My first and only love from this town |
| [01:32.67] | And the plain old houses seem like long lost friends |
| [01:37.86] | But most have been torn down |
| [01:42.27] | I guess they tried to make way for some kinda progress |
| [01:45.72] | So hard to find in this town |
| [01:50.25] | This place used to be my home |
| [01:54.51] | This town |
| [01:55.47] | I used to call my own |
| [01:58.29] | Over the years nothin' and nobody' s grown |
| [02:02.07] | In this place, |
| [02:05.37] | I used to call my home |
| [02:09.18] | Fields of green and lazy skies |
| [02:13.32] | Golden memories just pass me by |
| [02:16.44] | When you go back, well, it' s never the same |
| [02:21.18] | I know it' s true |
| [02:23.34] | But I' m still hooked on you and this place |
| [02:44.34] | The old café door' s permanently closed, no more cappuccino brewing |
| [02:51.63] | There' s a pair of eyes peering through the afterglow |
| [02:57.99] | Wonderin' what the hell |
| [02:59.79] | I' m doin' |
| [03:02.01] | This place used to be my home |
| [03:06.21] | This town |
| [03:07.17] | I used to call my own |
| [03:09.93] | Over the years nothin' and no one' s grown |
| [03:13.77] | In this place |
| [03:18.81] | This place used to be my home |
| [03:23.13] | This town |
| [03:52.74] | I used to call my own |
| [04:02.61] | Over the years nothin ' and no one ' s grown |
| [04:27.96] | In this place, |
| [04:28.35] | I used to call my home |