Mersey Beat

Song	Mersey Beat
Artist	Reckless Kelly
Album	Under The Table And Above The Sun

	作曲 : Braun, Schelske
	Harry was a bus driver
	He was a very forthright man
	He'd run down the road
	Right over a dog
	Before he'd change his path
	Then he met lovely
	Loraine They had a rough and tumble lad
	And it didn't come easy
	But the boy learned to play
	On a twelve pound pawn shop axe.
	Everbody sing loud and shout
	Dreamy haze pop stars
	The boys came about that mersey beat sound
	From crude little sketches of guitars.
	Well they heard of a sound
	From a faraway land
	That was ruled by a cricket and a king
	But a pauper's son would one day come
	From twenty-five
	Upton Green
	And there everyday was a place to play
	When the final bell had rung
	And when the big day come he was just too young
	And they sent em' all back home.
	Everbody sing loud and shout
	Dreamy haze pop stars
	The boys came about that mersey beat sound
	From crude little sketches of guitars.
	Well the wild ones don't think much of
	Johnny Yeah a critic's got it rough
	And you're a real king mixer
	But it's my train mister
	If you think that's all
	I've got You'll be beaten on down
	By mersey sound
	And then you'll have to choose.
	Between standing on your own
	Or singing right along
	With the ones no better than you.
	So everbody sing loud and shout
	Dreamy haze pop stars
	The boys came about that mersey beat sound
	From crude little sketches of guitars.
	Everbody sing loud and shout
	Dreamy haze pop stars
	The boys came about that mersey beat sound
	From crude little sketches of guitars

	zuò qǔ : Braun, Schelske
	Harry was a bus driver
	He was a very forthright man
	He' d run down the road
	Right over a dog
	Before he' d change his path
	Then he met lovely
	Loraine They had a rough and tumble lad
	And it didn' t come easy
	But the boy learned to play
	On a twelve pound pawn shop axe.
	Everbody sing loud and shout
	Dreamy haze pop stars
	The boys came about that mersey beat sound
	From crude little sketches of guitars.
	Well they heard of a sound
	From a faraway land
	That was ruled by a cricket and a king
	But a pauper' s son would one day come
	From twentyfive
	Upton Green
	And there everyday was a place to play
	When the final bell had rung
	And when the big day come he was just too young
	And they sent em' all back home.
	Everbody sing loud and shout
	Dreamy haze pop stars
	The boys came about that mersey beat sound
	From crude little sketches of guitars.
	Well the wild ones don' t think much of
	Johnny Yeah a critic' s got it rough
	And you' re a real king mixer
	But it' s my train mister
	If you think that' s all
	I' ve got You' ll be beaten on down
	By mersey sound
	And then you' ll have to choose.
	Between standing on your own
	Or singing right along
	With the ones no better than you.
	So everbody sing loud and shout
	Dreamy haze pop stars
	The boys came about that mersey beat sound
	From crude little sketches of guitars.
	Everbody sing loud and shout
	Dreamy haze pop stars
	The boys came about that mersey beat sound
	From crude little sketches of guitars