| Song | Magdalene Lane |
| Artist | Don McLean |
| Album | Rearview Mirror |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : McLean | |
| The angels are lost in the city of stars | |
| the wise men are down on their knees. | |
| And the fruitman of freeway will sell you his cars | |
| when he's sure that you can't find the keys. | |
| And the ladies on Magdalene lane | |
| all worship the sun and the sand. | |
| And the migrants who come can't complain | |
| for this is their promised land. | |
| La la la la la la la la la, | |
| la la la la la la la. | |
| La la la la la la la la la, | |
| la la la la la la la. | |
| MGM studios can't make the nut | |
| they're auctioning Dorothy's shoes. | |
| Gable is gone, the good witch is a slut | |
| and I've got the parking lot blues. | |
| The wizard brought benzadrine smiles | |
| and he never let Dorothy doze. | |
| She died as she walked down the aisle | |
| and all that remains is her clothes. | |
| Over the rainbow a Kansas tornado | |
| can twist up a little girlÂ's head. | |
| Aunt Em's on relief and the tinman's a thief | |
| and even the wizard can't wake the dead. | |
| La la la la la la la la la, | |
| la la la la la la la. | |
| The prophet has come to this kingdom of lights | |
| but there's no one to listen or learn. | |
| And the savior performs for the prophet's delight | |
| while dissenters are banished or burned. | |
| And the heretics beg to be heard | |
| but the savior's on tour for the week. | |
| Salvation is found in his word | |
| if only he'd learn how to speak. | |
| And Lincoln is laughing with Amos 'n' Andy | |
| concerning the Great Civil War. | |
| And Paul Revere sleeps with the worst looking creeps | |
| while revolution's knocking at his door. | |
| La la la la la la la la la, | |
| la la la la la la la. | |
| Magdalene Lane is the red light domain | |
| where everyone's soul is for sale. | |
| A piece of your heart will do for a start | |
| but you can send us the rest in the mail. | |
| For we have our own families to feed | |
| and we can't let them starve just for you. | |
| Well, we'd rather not watch while you bleed | |
| so come back in an hour when you're through. | |
| It's just another city full of sorrow, | |
| it makes no difference why I came. | |
| I only know I'm leaving here tomorrow | |
| and only the motel man knows my name. |
| zuo qu : McLean | |
| The angels are lost in the city of stars | |
| the wise men are down on their knees. | |
| And the fruitman of freeway will sell you his cars | |
| when he' s sure that you can' t find the keys. | |
| And the ladies on Magdalene lane | |
| all worship the sun and the sand. | |
| And the migrants who come can' t complain | |
| for this is their promised land. | |
| La la la la la la la la la, | |
| la la la la la la la. | |
| La la la la la la la la la, | |
| la la la la la la la. | |
| MGM studios can' t make the nut | |
| they' re auctioning Dorothy' s shoes. | |
| Gable is gone, the good witch is a slut | |
| and I' ve got the parking lot blues. | |
| The wizard brought benzadrine smiles | |
| and he never let Dorothy doze. | |
| She died as she walked down the aisle | |
| and all that remains is her clothes. | |
| Over the rainbow a Kansas tornado | |
| can twist up a little girl' s head. | |
| Aunt Em' s on relief and the tinman' s a thief | |
| and even the wizard can' t wake the dead. | |
| La la la la la la la la la, | |
| la la la la la la la. | |
| The prophet has come to this kingdom of lights | |
| but there' s no one to listen or learn. | |
| And the savior performs for the prophet' s delight | |
| while dissenters are banished or burned. | |
| And the heretics beg to be heard | |
| but the savior' s on tour for the week. | |
| Salvation is found in his word | |
| if only he' d learn how to speak. | |
| And Lincoln is laughing with Amos ' n' Andy | |
| concerning the Great Civil War. | |
| And Paul Revere sleeps with the worst looking creeps | |
| while revolution' s knocking at his door. | |
| La la la la la la la la la, | |
| la la la la la la la. | |
| Magdalene Lane is the red light domain | |
| where everyone' s soul is for sale. | |
| A piece of your heart will do for a start | |
| but you can send us the rest in the mail. | |
| For we have our own families to feed | |
| and we can' t let them starve just for you. | |
| Well, we' d rather not watch while you bleed | |
| so come back in an hour when you' re through. | |
| It' s just another city full of sorrow, | |
| it makes no difference why I came. | |
| I only know I' m leaving here tomorrow | |
| and only the motel man knows my name. |
| zuò qǔ : McLean | |
| The angels are lost in the city of stars | |
| the wise men are down on their knees. | |
| And the fruitman of freeway will sell you his cars | |
| when he' s sure that you can' t find the keys. | |
| And the ladies on Magdalene lane | |
| all worship the sun and the sand. | |
| And the migrants who come can' t complain | |
| for this is their promised land. | |
| La la la la la la la la la, | |
| la la la la la la la. | |
| La la la la la la la la la, | |
| la la la la la la la. | |
| MGM studios can' t make the nut | |
| they' re auctioning Dorothy' s shoes. | |
| Gable is gone, the good witch is a slut | |
| and I' ve got the parking lot blues. | |
| The wizard brought benzadrine smiles | |
| and he never let Dorothy doze. | |
| She died as she walked down the aisle | |
| and all that remains is her clothes. | |
| Over the rainbow a Kansas tornado | |
| can twist up a little girl' s head. | |
| Aunt Em' s on relief and the tinman' s a thief | |
| and even the wizard can' t wake the dead. | |
| La la la la la la la la la, | |
| la la la la la la la. | |
| The prophet has come to this kingdom of lights | |
| but there' s no one to listen or learn. | |
| And the savior performs for the prophet' s delight | |
| while dissenters are banished or burned. | |
| And the heretics beg to be heard | |
| but the savior' s on tour for the week. | |
| Salvation is found in his word | |
| if only he' d learn how to speak. | |
| And Lincoln is laughing with Amos ' n' Andy | |
| concerning the Great Civil War. | |
| And Paul Revere sleeps with the worst looking creeps | |
| while revolution' s knocking at his door. | |
| La la la la la la la la la, | |
| la la la la la la la. | |
| Magdalene Lane is the red light domain | |
| where everyone' s soul is for sale. | |
| A piece of your heart will do for a start | |
| but you can send us the rest in the mail. | |
| For we have our own families to feed | |
| and we can' t let them starve just for you. | |
| Well, we' d rather not watch while you bleed | |
| so come back in an hour when you' re through. | |
| It' s just another city full of sorrow, | |
| it makes no difference why I came. | |
| I only know I' m leaving here tomorrow | |
| and only the motel man knows my name. |