| Song | Barnyard Story |
| Artist | Procol Harum |
| Album | Home |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Brooker, Reid | |
| Chicken in the farmyard, there's an oven in your bin | |
| You're growing old with sorrow, you're growing fat with sin | |
| I was living in the graveyard, i was hanging from the wall | |
| I was living in the desert, i was trying not to fall | |
| Once i stood upon olympus, then the heavens opened wide | |
| I beheld that flaming chariot and i saw the sacred bride | |
| Now and then my life seems truer, now and then my life seems pure | |
| All in all, my thoughts are fewer - maybe death will be my cure |
| zuo ci : Brooker, Reid | |
| Chicken in the farmyard, there' s an oven in your bin | |
| You' re growing old with sorrow, you' re growing fat with sin | |
| I was living in the graveyard, i was hanging from the wall | |
| I was living in the desert, i was trying not to fall | |
| Once i stood upon olympus, then the heavens opened wide | |
| I beheld that flaming chariot and i saw the sacred bride | |
| Now and then my life seems truer, now and then my life seems pure | |
| All in all, my thoughts are fewer maybe death will be my cure |
| zuò cí : Brooker, Reid | |
| Chicken in the farmyard, there' s an oven in your bin | |
| You' re growing old with sorrow, you' re growing fat with sin | |
| I was living in the graveyard, i was hanging from the wall | |
| I was living in the desert, i was trying not to fall | |
| Once i stood upon olympus, then the heavens opened wide | |
| I beheld that flaming chariot and i saw the sacred bride | |
| Now and then my life seems truer, now and then my life seems pure | |
| All in all, my thoughts are fewer maybe death will be my cure |