Song | A Cautionary Song - normal |
Artist | The Decemberists |
Album | Castaways and Cutouts |
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[00:00.00] | 作曲 : Meloy |
[00:10.65] | There's a place your mother goes |
[00:12.94] | When everybody else is soundly sleeping |
[00:20.31] | Through the lights of Beacon Street |
[00:22.97] | And if you listen, you can hear her weeping |
[00:27.66] | She's weeping |
[00:31.90] | 'Cause the gentlemen are calling |
[00:34.81] | And the snow is softly falling on her petticoat |
[00:41.67] | And she's standing in the harbor |
[00:44.76] | And she's waiting for the sailors in the jolly boat |
[00:49.83] | See how they approach |
[00:55.07] | With dirty hands and trousers torn |
[00:57.35] | They grapple till she's safe within their keeping |
[01:04.63] | A gag is placed between her lips |
[01:07.07] | To keep her sorry tongue from any speaking |
[01:11.96] | Or screaming |
[01:15.94] | And they row her out to packets |
[01:19.18] | Where the sailors' sorry racket falls for maidenhead |
[01:25.60] | And she's scarce above the gunwales |
[01:28.74] | When her clothes fall to a bundle and she's laid in bed |
[01:33.72] | On the upper deck |
[01:57.83] | And so she goes from ship to ship |
[02:01.16] | Her ankles clasped, her arms so rudely pinioned |
[02:08.85] | 'Till at last she's satisfied |
[02:11.35] | The lot of the marina's teeming minions |
[02:15.74] | In their opinions |
[02:20.37] | And they tell her not to say a thing |
[02:23.71] | To cousin, kindred, kith or kin or she'll end up dead |
[02:30.19] | And they throw her thirty dollars |
[02:33.29] | And return her to the harbor where she goes to bed |
[02:37.89] | And this is how you're fed |
[02:42.33] | So be kind to your mother |
[02:48.01] | Though she may seem an awful bother |
[02:53.14] | And the next time she tries to feed you collard greens |
[03:02.75] | Remember what she does when you're asleep |
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[00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Meloy |
[00:10.65] | There' s a place your mother goes |
[00:12.94] | When everybody else is soundly sleeping |
[00:20.31] | Through the lights of Beacon Street |
[00:22.97] | And if you listen, you can hear her weeping |
[00:27.66] | She' s weeping |
[00:31.90] | ' Cause the gentlemen are calling |
[00:34.81] | And the snow is softly falling on her petticoat |
[00:41.67] | And she' s standing in the harbor |
[00:44.76] | And she' s waiting for the sailors in the jolly boat |
[00:49.83] | See how they approach |
[00:55.07] | With dirty hands and trousers torn |
[00:57.35] | They grapple till she' s safe within their keeping |
[01:04.63] | A gag is placed between her lips |
[01:07.07] | To keep her sorry tongue from any speaking |
[01:11.96] | Or screaming |
[01:15.94] | And they row her out to packets |
[01:19.18] | Where the sailors' sorry racket falls for maidenhead |
[01:25.60] | And she' s scarce above the gunwales |
[01:28.74] | When her clothes fall to a bundle and she' s laid in bed |
[01:33.72] | On the upper deck |
[01:57.83] | And so she goes from ship to ship |
[02:01.16] | Her ankles clasped, her arms so rudely pinioned |
[02:08.85] | ' Till at last she' s satisfied |
[02:11.35] | The lot of the marina' s teeming minions |
[02:15.74] | In their opinions |
[02:20.37] | And they tell her not to say a thing |
[02:23.71] | To cousin, kindred, kith or kin or she' ll end up dead |
[02:30.19] | And they throw her thirty dollars |
[02:33.29] | And return her to the harbor where she goes to bed |
[02:37.89] | And this is how you' re fed |
[02:42.33] | So be kind to your mother |
[02:48.01] | Though she may seem an awful bother |
[02:53.14] | And the next time she tries to feed you collard greens |
[03:02.75] | Remember what she does when you' re asleep |