Song | Towers Of London |
Artist | XTC |
Album | The Compact XTC |
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作词 : Partridge | |
Towers of London | |
when they had built you | |
did you watch over the men who fell | |
Towers of London | |
when they had built you | |
Victoria's gem found in somebody's hell | |
Pavements of gold leading to the underground | |
Grenadier Guardsmen walking pretty ladies around | |
fog is the sweat of the never never navvies who pound | |
spikes in the rails to their very own heaven | |
Bridges of muscles spanning so long and high | |
merchants from Stepney walking pretty ladies by | |
rain is the tears of the never never navvies who cry | |
for the bridge that doesn't go | |
in the direction of Dublin | |
And I've seen it in a painting | |
and I've seen it in engraving | |
and I've seen it in their faces | |
clear as children's chalk lines on the paving | |
Towers of London | |
la la Londinium. |
zuo ci : Partridge | |
Towers of London | |
when they had built you | |
did you watch over the men who fell | |
Towers of London | |
when they had built you | |
Victoria' s gem found in somebody' s hell | |
Pavements of gold leading to the underground | |
Grenadier Guardsmen walking pretty ladies around | |
fog is the sweat of the never never navvies who pound | |
spikes in the rails to their very own heaven | |
Bridges of muscles spanning so long and high | |
merchants from Stepney walking pretty ladies by | |
rain is the tears of the never never navvies who cry | |
for the bridge that doesn' t go | |
in the direction of Dublin | |
And I' ve seen it in a painting | |
and I' ve seen it in engraving | |
and I' ve seen it in their faces | |
clear as children' s chalk lines on the paving | |
Towers of London | |
la la Londinium. |
zuò cí : Partridge | |
Towers of London | |
when they had built you | |
did you watch over the men who fell | |
Towers of London | |
when they had built you | |
Victoria' s gem found in somebody' s hell | |
Pavements of gold leading to the underground | |
Grenadier Guardsmen walking pretty ladies around | |
fog is the sweat of the never never navvies who pound | |
spikes in the rails to their very own heaven | |
Bridges of muscles spanning so long and high | |
merchants from Stepney walking pretty ladies by | |
rain is the tears of the never never navvies who cry | |
for the bridge that doesn' t go | |
in the direction of Dublin | |
And I' ve seen it in a painting | |
and I' ve seen it in engraving | |
and I' ve seen it in their faces | |
clear as children' s chalk lines on the paving | |
Towers of London | |
la la Londinium. |