| Song | Tales of Your Life |
| Artist | Jethro Tull |
| Album | Thick As a Brick (40th Anniversary Special Edition) |
| [00:00.000] | 作曲 : Ian Anderson |
| [00:37] | Let me tell you the tales of your life |
| [00:41] | Of your love and the cut of the knife |
| [00:45] | The tireless oppression, the wisdom instilled |
| [00:48] | The desire to kill or be killed |
| [00:56] | Let me sing of the losers who lie |
| [00:59] | In the street as the last bus goes by |
| [01:03] | The pavements are empty, the gutters run red |
| [01:06] | While the fool toasts his god in the sky |
| [02:15] | So come all ye young men who are building castles! |
| [02:19] | Kindly state the time of the year |
| [02:23] | And join your voices in a hellish chorus |
| [02:26] | Mark the precise nature of your fear |
| [03:34] | Let me help you pick up your dead |
| [03:38] | As the sins of the father are fed |
| [03:41] | With the blood of the fools |
| [03:43] | And the thoughts of the wise and |
| [03:45] | From the pan under your bed |
| [03:51] | Let me make you a present of song |
| [03:56] | As the wise man breaks wind and is gone |
| [04:00] | While the fool with the hour-glass is cooking his goose |
| [04:03] | And the nursery rhyme winds along |
| [04:40] | So! Come all ye young men who are building castles! |
| [04:44] | Kindly state the time of the year |
| [04:47] | And join your voices in a hellish chorus |
| [04:51] | Mark the precise nature of your fear |
| [04:54] | See! The summer lightning casts its bolts upon you |
| [04:58] | And the hour of judgement draws near |
| [05:01] | Would you be the fool stood in his suit of armour |
| [05:05] | Or the wiser man who rushes clear |
| [00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : Ian Anderson |
| [00:37] | Let me tell you the tales of your life |
| [00:41] | Of your love and the cut of the knife |
| [00:45] | The tireless oppression, the wisdom instilled |
| [00:48] | The desire to kill or be killed |
| [00:56] | Let me sing of the losers who lie |
| [00:59] | In the street as the last bus goes by |
| [01:03] | The pavements are empty, the gutters run red |
| [01:06] | While the fool toasts his god in the sky |
| [02:15] | So come all ye young men who are building castles! |
| [02:19] | Kindly state the time of the year |
| [02:23] | And join your voices in a hellish chorus |
| [02:26] | Mark the precise nature of your fear |
| [03:34] | Let me help you pick up your dead |
| [03:38] | As the sins of the father are fed |
| [03:41] | With the blood of the fools |
| [03:43] | And the thoughts of the wise and |
| [03:45] | From the pan under your bed |
| [03:51] | Let me make you a present of song |
| [03:56] | As the wise man breaks wind and is gone |
| [04:00] | While the fool with the hourglass is cooking his goose |
| [04:03] | And the nursery rhyme winds along |
| [04:40] | So! Come all ye young men who are building castles! |
| [04:44] | Kindly state the time of the year |
| [04:47] | And join your voices in a hellish chorus |
| [04:51] | Mark the precise nature of your fear |
| [04:54] | See! The summer lightning casts its bolts upon you |
| [04:58] | And the hour of judgement draws near |
| [05:01] | Would you be the fool stood in his suit of armour |
| [05:05] | Or the wiser man who rushes clear |