Song | Jimmy Sharman's Boxers - Remastered Version |
Artist | Midnight Oil |
Album | Red Sails In The Sunset |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Hirst, Moginie | |
From the red dust north of dalmore downs | |
Sharman's tents roll into town | |
Twelve will face the auctioneer | |
Sharman's boxers stand their ground | |
Their days are darker than your nights | |
But they won't be the first to fall | |
Children broken from their dreams | |
But they won't be the first to fall | |
Fighting in the spotlight | |
Eye's turn blacker than their skin | |
For jimmy sharman's boxers | |
It's no better if you win | |
Standing in the darkness | |
Lined up waiting for the bell | |
The days are wasted drinking | |
At the first and last hotel | |
Why are we fighting for this? | |
Why are you paying for this? | |
You pay to see me fall like shrapnel | |
To the floor | |
What is the reason for this? | |
There is a reason for this? | |
What is the reason they keep coming back for more? | |
The blows now bring him to his knees | |
But still the crowd calls out for more | |
The drums are burning in his ears | |
The man keeps counting out the score | |
(hirst/moginie) |
zuo ci : Hirst, Moginie | |
From the red dust north of dalmore downs | |
Sharman' s tents roll into town | |
Twelve will face the auctioneer | |
Sharman' s boxers stand their ground | |
Their days are darker than your nights | |
But they won' t be the first to fall | |
Children broken from their dreams | |
But they won' t be the first to fall | |
Fighting in the spotlight | |
Eye' s turn blacker than their skin | |
For jimmy sharman' s boxers | |
It' s no better if you win | |
Standing in the darkness | |
Lined up waiting for the bell | |
The days are wasted drinking | |
At the first and last hotel | |
Why are we fighting for this? | |
Why are you paying for this? | |
You pay to see me fall like shrapnel | |
To the floor | |
What is the reason for this? | |
There is a reason for this? | |
What is the reason they keep coming back for more? | |
The blows now bring him to his knees | |
But still the crowd calls out for more | |
The drums are burning in his ears | |
The man keeps counting out the score | |
hirst moginie |
zuò cí : Hirst, Moginie | |
From the red dust north of dalmore downs | |
Sharman' s tents roll into town | |
Twelve will face the auctioneer | |
Sharman' s boxers stand their ground | |
Their days are darker than your nights | |
But they won' t be the first to fall | |
Children broken from their dreams | |
But they won' t be the first to fall | |
Fighting in the spotlight | |
Eye' s turn blacker than their skin | |
For jimmy sharman' s boxers | |
It' s no better if you win | |
Standing in the darkness | |
Lined up waiting for the bell | |
The days are wasted drinking | |
At the first and last hotel | |
Why are we fighting for this? | |
Why are you paying for this? | |
You pay to see me fall like shrapnel | |
To the floor | |
What is the reason for this? | |
There is a reason for this? | |
What is the reason they keep coming back for more? | |
The blows now bring him to his knees | |
But still the crowd calls out for more | |
The drums are burning in his ears | |
The man keeps counting out the score | |
hirst moginie |