Song | Broke Again |
Artist | Little River Band |
Album | Diamantina Cocktail |
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作词 : Britles, Goble | |
Whoh, I'm broke again, | |
Blew my money on the smell of gin, | |
Whoh, here I go again, | |
Fallin' down on the same old sin. | |
Oh I know, I know, I know I'm wrong, | |
And I know, I know I know I'm gone. | |
If I don't change my ways, | |
I'm livin' by numbered days, | |
It can never last, | |
My life is disappearing fast. | |
But each day I live some more, | |
Missin' my baby so, | |
Pushin' myself to skid row, | |
It's not much further, I know. | |
And if I saw her face, | |
I'd feel so out of place, | |
Wouldn't know what to say, | |
I'd have to look the other way. | |
I'm down on my luck again, | |
Just can't smile and pretend, | |
Really a broken man. | |
Whoh, I'm broke again, | |
I blew my money on the smell of gin, | |
Whoh, here I go again, | |
Fallin' down on the same old sin. | |
Whoh, I'm broke again, | |
Blew my money, now I'm broke again, | |
Whoh, I'm broke again, | |
Blew my money, now I'm broke again. |
zuo ci : Britles, Goble | |
Whoh, I' m broke again, | |
Blew my money on the smell of gin, | |
Whoh, here I go again, | |
Fallin' down on the same old sin. | |
Oh I know, I know, I know I' m wrong, | |
And I know, I know I know I' m gone. | |
If I don' t change my ways, | |
I' m livin' by numbered days, | |
It can never last, | |
My life is disappearing fast. | |
But each day I live some more, | |
Missin' my baby so, | |
Pushin' myself to skid row, | |
It' s not much further, I know. | |
And if I saw her face, | |
I' d feel so out of place, | |
Wouldn' t know what to say, | |
I' d have to look the other way. | |
I' m down on my luck again, | |
Just can' t smile and pretend, | |
Really a broken man. | |
Whoh, I' m broke again, | |
I blew my money on the smell of gin, | |
Whoh, here I go again, | |
Fallin' down on the same old sin. | |
Whoh, I' m broke again, | |
Blew my money, now I' m broke again, | |
Whoh, I' m broke again, | |
Blew my money, now I' m broke again. |
zuò cí : Britles, Goble | |
Whoh, I' m broke again, | |
Blew my money on the smell of gin, | |
Whoh, here I go again, | |
Fallin' down on the same old sin. | |
Oh I know, I know, I know I' m wrong, | |
And I know, I know I know I' m gone. | |
If I don' t change my ways, | |
I' m livin' by numbered days, | |
It can never last, | |
My life is disappearing fast. | |
But each day I live some more, | |
Missin' my baby so, | |
Pushin' myself to skid row, | |
It' s not much further, I know. | |
And if I saw her face, | |
I' d feel so out of place, | |
Wouldn' t know what to say, | |
I' d have to look the other way. | |
I' m down on my luck again, | |
Just can' t smile and pretend, | |
Really a broken man. | |
Whoh, I' m broke again, | |
I blew my money on the smell of gin, | |
Whoh, here I go again, | |
Fallin' down on the same old sin. | |
Whoh, I' m broke again, | |
Blew my money, now I' m broke again, | |
Whoh, I' m broke again, | |
Blew my money, now I' m broke again. |