Song | Muswell Hillbilly |
Artist | The Kinks |
Album | Everybody's In Show Business |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Davies | |
Well I said goodbye to Rosie Rooke this morning, | |
I'm gonna miss her bloodshot alcoholic eyes, | |
She wore her Sunday hat so she'd impress me, | |
I'm gonna carry her memory 'til the day I die. | |
They'll move me up to Muswell Hill tomorrow, | |
Photographs and souvenirs are all I've got, | |
They're gonna try and make me change my way of living, | |
But they'll never make me something that I'm not. | |
Cos I'm a Muswell Hillbilly boy, | |
but my heart lies in old West Virginia, | |
Never seen New Orleans, Oklahoma, Tennessee, | |
Still I dream of the Black Hills that I ain't never seen. | |
They're putting us in little boxes, | |
No character just uniformity, | |
They're trying to build a computerised community, | |
But they'll never make a zombie out of me. | |
They'll try and make me study elocution, | |
Because they say my accent isn't right, | |
They can clear the slums as part of their solution, | |
But they're never gonna kill my cockney pride. | |
Cos I'm a Muswell Hillbilly boy, | |
But my heart lies in Old West Virginia, | |
Though my hills are not green, | |
I have seen them in my dreams, | |
Take me back to those Black Hills, | |
That I have never seen. |
zuo ci : Davies | |
Well I said goodbye to Rosie Rooke this morning, | |
I' m gonna miss her bloodshot alcoholic eyes, | |
She wore her Sunday hat so she' d impress me, | |
I' m gonna carry her memory ' til the day I die. | |
They' ll move me up to Muswell Hill tomorrow, | |
Photographs and souvenirs are all I' ve got, | |
They' re gonna try and make me change my way of living, | |
But they' ll never make me something that I' m not. | |
Cos I' m a Muswell Hillbilly boy, | |
but my heart lies in old West Virginia, | |
Never seen New Orleans, Oklahoma, Tennessee, | |
Still I dream of the Black Hills that I ain' t never seen. | |
They' re putting us in little boxes, | |
No character just uniformity, | |
They' re trying to build a computerised community, | |
But they' ll never make a zombie out of me. | |
They' ll try and make me study elocution, | |
Because they say my accent isn' t right, | |
They can clear the slums as part of their solution, | |
But they' re never gonna kill my cockney pride. | |
Cos I' m a Muswell Hillbilly boy, | |
But my heart lies in Old West Virginia, | |
Though my hills are not green, | |
I have seen them in my dreams, | |
Take me back to those Black Hills, | |
That I have never seen. |
zuò cí : Davies | |
Well I said goodbye to Rosie Rooke this morning, | |
I' m gonna miss her bloodshot alcoholic eyes, | |
She wore her Sunday hat so she' d impress me, | |
I' m gonna carry her memory ' til the day I die. | |
They' ll move me up to Muswell Hill tomorrow, | |
Photographs and souvenirs are all I' ve got, | |
They' re gonna try and make me change my way of living, | |
But they' ll never make me something that I' m not. | |
Cos I' m a Muswell Hillbilly boy, | |
but my heart lies in old West Virginia, | |
Never seen New Orleans, Oklahoma, Tennessee, | |
Still I dream of the Black Hills that I ain' t never seen. | |
They' re putting us in little boxes, | |
No character just uniformity, | |
They' re trying to build a computerised community, | |
But they' ll never make a zombie out of me. | |
They' ll try and make me study elocution, | |
Because they say my accent isn' t right, | |
They can clear the slums as part of their solution, | |
But they' re never gonna kill my cockney pride. | |
Cos I' m a Muswell Hillbilly boy, | |
But my heart lies in Old West Virginia, | |
Though my hills are not green, | |
I have seen them in my dreams, | |
Take me back to those Black Hills, | |
That I have never seen. |