Song | Dark Streets Of London |
Artist | The Pogues |
Album | Original Album Series |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : MacGowan | |
I like to walk in the summer breeze | |
Down Dalling Road by the dead old trees | |
And drink with my friends | |
In the Hammersmith Broadway | |
Dear dirty delightful old drunken old days | |
Then the winter came down and I loved it so dearly | |
The pubs and the bookies where you'd spend all your time | |
And the old men that were singing | |
"When The Roses Bloom Again" | |
And turn like the leaves | |
To a new summertime | |
Now the winter comes down | |
I can't stand the chill | |
That comes to the streets around Christmas time | |
And I'm buggered to damnation | |
And I haven't got a penny | |
To wander the dark streets of London | |
And every time that I look on the first day of summer | |
Takes me back to the place where they gave ECT | |
And the drugged up psychos | |
With death in their eyes | |
And how all of this really | |
Means nothing to me | |
Now the winter comes down | |
I can't stand the chill | |
That comes to the streets around Christmas time | |
And I'm buggered to damnation | |
And I haven't got a penny | |
To wander the dark streets of London | |
And every time that I look on the first day of summer | |
Takes me back to the place where they gave ECT | |
And the drugged up psychos | |
With death in their eyes | |
And how all of this really | |
Means nothing to me | |
And now the winter comes down | |
I can't stand the chill | |
That comes to the streets around Christmas time | |
And I'm buggered to damnation | |
And I haven't got a penny | |
To wander the dark streets of London | |
To wander the dark streets of London | |
To wander the dark streets of London |
zuo ci : MacGowan | |
I like to walk in the summer breeze | |
Down Dalling Road by the dead old trees | |
And drink with my friends | |
In the Hammersmith Broadway | |
Dear dirty delightful old drunken old days | |
Then the winter came down and I loved it so dearly | |
The pubs and the bookies where you' d spend all your time | |
And the old men that were singing | |
" When The Roses Bloom Again" | |
And turn like the leaves | |
To a new summertime | |
Now the winter comes down | |
I can' t stand the chill | |
That comes to the streets around Christmas time | |
And I' m buggered to damnation | |
And I haven' t got a penny | |
To wander the dark streets of London | |
And every time that I look on the first day of summer | |
Takes me back to the place where they gave ECT | |
And the drugged up psychos | |
With death in their eyes | |
And how all of this really | |
Means nothing to me | |
Now the winter comes down | |
I can' t stand the chill | |
That comes to the streets around Christmas time | |
And I' m buggered to damnation | |
And I haven' t got a penny | |
To wander the dark streets of London | |
And every time that I look on the first day of summer | |
Takes me back to the place where they gave ECT | |
And the drugged up psychos | |
With death in their eyes | |
And how all of this really | |
Means nothing to me | |
And now the winter comes down | |
I can' t stand the chill | |
That comes to the streets around Christmas time | |
And I' m buggered to damnation | |
And I haven' t got a penny | |
To wander the dark streets of London | |
To wander the dark streets of London | |
To wander the dark streets of London |
zuò cí : MacGowan | |
I like to walk in the summer breeze | |
Down Dalling Road by the dead old trees | |
And drink with my friends | |
In the Hammersmith Broadway | |
Dear dirty delightful old drunken old days | |
Then the winter came down and I loved it so dearly | |
The pubs and the bookies where you' d spend all your time | |
And the old men that were singing | |
" When The Roses Bloom Again" | |
And turn like the leaves | |
To a new summertime | |
Now the winter comes down | |
I can' t stand the chill | |
That comes to the streets around Christmas time | |
And I' m buggered to damnation | |
And I haven' t got a penny | |
To wander the dark streets of London | |
And every time that I look on the first day of summer | |
Takes me back to the place where they gave ECT | |
And the drugged up psychos | |
With death in their eyes | |
And how all of this really | |
Means nothing to me | |
Now the winter comes down | |
I can' t stand the chill | |
That comes to the streets around Christmas time | |
And I' m buggered to damnation | |
And I haven' t got a penny | |
To wander the dark streets of London | |
And every time that I look on the first day of summer | |
Takes me back to the place where they gave ECT | |
And the drugged up psychos | |
With death in their eyes | |
And how all of this really | |
Means nothing to me | |
And now the winter comes down | |
I can' t stand the chill | |
That comes to the streets around Christmas time | |
And I' m buggered to damnation | |
And I haven' t got a penny | |
To wander the dark streets of London | |
To wander the dark streets of London | |
To wander the dark streets of London |