| Song | Something about England |
| Artist | The Clash |
| Album | Sandinista! |
| [ti:Something About England] | |
| [ar:The Clash] | |
| [00:00.00] | 作词 : Clash |
| [00:00.50] | They say immigrants steal the hubcaps |
| [00:04.04] | Of the respected gentlemen |
| [00:07.89] | They say it would be wine an' roses |
| [00:12.24] | If England were for Englishmen again |
| [00:18.78] | I saw a dirty overcoat |
| [00:21.68] | At the foot of the pillar of the road |
| [00:25.63] | Propped inside was an old man |
| [00:28.97] | Whom time would not erode |
| [00:32.52] | When the night was snapped by sirens |
| [00:35.81] | Those blue lights circled past |
| [00:39.42] | The dance hall called for an' ambulance |
| [00:42.98] | The bars all closed up fast |
| [00:46.48] | My silence gazing at the ceiling |
| [00:49.86] | While roaming the single room |
| [00:53.48] | I thought the old man could help me |
| [00:56.97] | If he could explain the gloom |
| [01:00.56] | You really think it's all new “ |
| [01:03.66] | You really think about it too “ |
| [01:07.55] | The old man scoffed as he spoke to me |
| [01:10.84] | I'll tell you a thing or two “ |
| [01:15.10] | I missed the fourteen-eighteen war |
| [01:18.16] | But not the sorrow afterwards |
| [01:21.36] | With my father dead and my mother ran off |
| [01:25.08] | My brothers took the pay of hoods |
| [01:28.72] | The twenties turned the north was dead |
| [01:32.01] | The hunger strike came marching south |
| [01:35.43] | At the garden party not a word was said |
| [01:39.20] | The ladies lifted cake to their mouths |
| [01:42.82] | The next war began and my ship sailed |
| [01:46.30] | With battle orders writ in bed |
| [01:49.75] | In five long years of bullets and shells |
| [01:53.25] | We left ten million dead |
| [01:56.80] | The few returned to old Piccadilly |
| [02:00.20] | We limped around Lester Square |
| [02:03.73] | The world was busy rebuilding itself |
| [02:07.23] | The architects could not care |
| [02:10.89] | But how could we know when I was young |
| [02:13.99] | All the changes that were to come? |
| [02:17.26] | All the photos in the wallets on the battlefield |
| [02:21.02] | And now the terror of the scientific sun |
| [02:24.21] | There was masters an' servants an' servants an' dogs |
| [02:28.03] | They taught you how to touch your cap |
| [02:31.65] | But through strikes an' famine an' war an' peace |
| [02:35.17] | England never closed this gap |
| [02:38.69] | So leave me now the moon is up |
| [02:42.07] | But remember all the tales I tell |
| [02:46.40] | The memories that you have dredged up |
| [02:49.90] | Are on letters forwarded from hell |
| [03:21.67] | The streets were now deserted |
| [03:25.16] | The gangs had trudged off home |
| [03:28.80] | The lights clicked off in the bedsits |
| [03:32.44] | Old England was all alone |
| ti: Something About England | |
| ar: The Clash | |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : Clash |
| [00:00.50] | They say immigrants steal the hubcaps |
| [00:04.04] | Of the respected gentlemen |
| [00:07.89] | They say it would be wine an' roses |
| [00:12.24] | If England were for Englishmen again |
| [00:18.78] | I saw a dirty overcoat |
| [00:21.68] | At the foot of the pillar of the road |
| [00:25.63] | Propped inside was an old man |
| [00:28.97] | Whom time would not erode |
| [00:32.52] | When the night was snapped by sirens |
| [00:35.81] | Those blue lights circled past |
| [00:39.42] | The dance hall called for an' ambulance |
| [00:42.98] | The bars all closed up fast |
| [00:46.48] | My silence gazing at the ceiling |
| [00:49.86] | While roaming the single room |
| [00:53.48] | I thought the old man could help me |
| [00:56.97] | If he could explain the gloom |
| [01:00.56] | You really think it' s all new " |
| [01:03.66] | You really think about it too " |
| [01:07.55] | The old man scoffed as he spoke to me |
| [01:10.84] | I' ll tell you a thing or two " |
| [01:15.10] | I missed the fourteeneighteen war |
| [01:18.16] | But not the sorrow afterwards |
| [01:21.36] | With my father dead and my mother ran off |
| [01:25.08] | My brothers took the pay of hoods |
| [01:28.72] | The twenties turned the north was dead |
| [01:32.01] | The hunger strike came marching south |
| [01:35.43] | At the garden party not a word was said |
| [01:39.20] | The ladies lifted cake to their mouths |
| [01:42.82] | The next war began and my ship sailed |
| [01:46.30] | With battle orders writ in bed |
| [01:49.75] | In five long years of bullets and shells |
| [01:53.25] | We left ten million dead |
| [01:56.80] | The few returned to old Piccadilly |
| [02:00.20] | We limped around Lester Square |
| [02:03.73] | The world was busy rebuilding itself |
| [02:07.23] | The architects could not care |
| [02:10.89] | But how could we know when I was young |
| [02:13.99] | All the changes that were to come? |
| [02:17.26] | All the photos in the wallets on the battlefield |
| [02:21.02] | And now the terror of the scientific sun |
| [02:24.21] | There was masters an' servants an' servants an' dogs |
| [02:28.03] | They taught you how to touch your cap |
| [02:31.65] | But through strikes an' famine an' war an' peace |
| [02:35.17] | England never closed this gap |
| [02:38.69] | So leave me now the moon is up |
| [02:42.07] | But remember all the tales I tell |
| [02:46.40] | The memories that you have dredged up |
| [02:49.90] | Are on letters forwarded from hell |
| [03:21.67] | The streets were now deserted |
| [03:25.16] | The gangs had trudged off home |
| [03:28.80] | The lights clicked off in the bedsits |
| [03:32.44] | Old England was all alone |