Song | Cabaret |
Artist | Louis Armstrong |
Artist | The Allstars |
Album | The Very Best Of Louis Armstrong |
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作词 : Ebb, Kander | |
Artist/Band | |
Lisa Minelli | |
Song title | |
Cabaret Album | |
Cabaret Submitted by | |
Merely Lyrics | |
What good is sitting alone | |
In you room? | |
Come hear the music play. | |
Life is a | |
Cabaret, old chum, | |
Come to the | |
Cabaret. Put down the knitting, | |
The book and the broom. | |
Time for a holiday. | |
Life is a | |
Cabaret, old chum, | |
Come to the | |
Cabaret. Come taste the wine, | |
COme hear the band. | |
Come blow a horn, | |
Start celebrating; | |
Right this way, | |
Your table's waiting. | |
No use permitting | |
Some prophet of doom | |
To wipe every smile away. | |
Come hear the music play. | |
Life is a | |
Cabaret, old chum, | |
Come to the | |
Cabaret! I used to have a girlfriend | |
Known as Elsie, | |
With whom | |
I shared Four sordid rooms in | |
Chelsea She wasn't waht you'd call | |
A blushing flower... | |
As a matter of fact | |
She rented by the hour. | |
The day she died the neighbors | |
Came to snicker: "Well, that's what comes From too much pills and liquor." | |
But when I saw her laid out like a | |
Queen, She was the happiest... corpse... | |
I'd ever seen. | |
I think of | |
Elsie to this very day. | |
I remember how she'd turn to me and say: "What good is sitting alone In you room? Come hear the music play. Life is a Cabaret, old chum, Come to the Cabaret. Put down the knitting, The book and the broom. Time for a holiday. Life is a Cabaret, old chum, Come to the Cabaret." | |
And as for me, | |
I made my mind up, back in | |
Chelsea, When | |
I go, I'm going like | |
Elsie. Start by admitting, | |
From cradle to tomb | |
Isn't that a long a stay. | |
Life is a | |
Cabaret, old chum, | |
Only a Cabarert, old chum | |
And I love a | |
Cabaret. here you here! good luck maria |
zuo ci : Ebb, Kander | |
Artist Band | |
Lisa Minelli | |
Song title | |
Cabaret Album | |
Cabaret Submitted by | |
Merely Lyrics | |
What good is sitting alone | |
In you room? | |
Come hear the music play. | |
Life is a | |
Cabaret, old chum, | |
Come to the | |
Cabaret. Put down the knitting, | |
The book and the broom. | |
Time for a holiday. | |
Life is a | |
Cabaret, old chum, | |
Come to the | |
Cabaret. Come taste the wine, | |
COme hear the band. | |
Come blow a horn, | |
Start celebrating | |
Right this way, | |
Your table' s waiting. | |
No use permitting | |
Some prophet of doom | |
To wipe every smile away. | |
Come hear the music play. | |
Life is a | |
Cabaret, old chum, | |
Come to the | |
Cabaret! I used to have a girlfriend | |
Known as Elsie, | |
With whom | |
I shared Four sordid rooms in | |
Chelsea She wasn' t waht you' d call | |
A blushing flower... | |
As a matter of fact | |
She rented by the hour. | |
The day she died the neighbors | |
Came to snicker: " Well, that' s what comes From too much pills and liquor." | |
But when I saw her laid out like a | |
Queen, She was the happiest... corpse... | |
I' d ever seen. | |
I think of | |
Elsie to this very day. | |
I remember how she' d turn to me and say: " What good is sitting alone In you room? Come hear the music play. Life is a Cabaret, old chum, Come to the Cabaret. Put down the knitting, The book and the broom. Time for a holiday. Life is a Cabaret, old chum, Come to the Cabaret." | |
And as for me, | |
I made my mind up, back in | |
Chelsea, When | |
I go, I' m going like | |
Elsie. Start by admitting, | |
From cradle to tomb | |
Isn' t that a long a stay. | |
Life is a | |
Cabaret, old chum, | |
Only a Cabarert, old chum | |
And I love a | |
Cabaret. here you here! good luck maria |
zuò cí : Ebb, Kander | |
Artist Band | |
Lisa Minelli | |
Song title | |
Cabaret Album | |
Cabaret Submitted by | |
Merely Lyrics | |
What good is sitting alone | |
In you room? | |
Come hear the music play. | |
Life is a | |
Cabaret, old chum, | |
Come to the | |
Cabaret. Put down the knitting, | |
The book and the broom. | |
Time for a holiday. | |
Life is a | |
Cabaret, old chum, | |
Come to the | |
Cabaret. Come taste the wine, | |
COme hear the band. | |
Come blow a horn, | |
Start celebrating | |
Right this way, | |
Your table' s waiting. | |
No use permitting | |
Some prophet of doom | |
To wipe every smile away. | |
Come hear the music play. | |
Life is a | |
Cabaret, old chum, | |
Come to the | |
Cabaret! I used to have a girlfriend | |
Known as Elsie, | |
With whom | |
I shared Four sordid rooms in | |
Chelsea She wasn' t waht you' d call | |
A blushing flower... | |
As a matter of fact | |
She rented by the hour. | |
The day she died the neighbors | |
Came to snicker: " Well, that' s what comes From too much pills and liquor." | |
But when I saw her laid out like a | |
Queen, She was the happiest... corpse... | |
I' d ever seen. | |
I think of | |
Elsie to this very day. | |
I remember how she' d turn to me and say: " What good is sitting alone In you room? Come hear the music play. Life is a Cabaret, old chum, Come to the Cabaret. Put down the knitting, The book and the broom. Time for a holiday. Life is a Cabaret, old chum, Come to the Cabaret." | |
And as for me, | |
I made my mind up, back in | |
Chelsea, When | |
I go, I' m going like | |
Elsie. Start by admitting, | |
From cradle to tomb | |
Isn' t that a long a stay. | |
Life is a | |
Cabaret, old chum, | |
Only a Cabarert, old chum | |
And I love a | |
Cabaret. here you here! good luck maria |