Song | A Long Long Long Time Ago |
Artist | The Proclaimers |
Album | Hit The Highway |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Reid, Reid | |
Yesterday arrived too quickly | |
Caught me right off guard | |
My defence moved in too slowly | |
Missed it by a yard | |
I'd just settled down | |
With a bottle of gin | |
So i moved on to whiskey | |
And it hit me again | |
Memories were raining punches | |
Down on my head | |
Knocked me into the past so quickly | |
They almost raised the dead | |
So i drank some more booze | |
And it helped me to sleep | |
Where i dreamed of my youth | |
And the secrets i keep | |
Oh history is a friend of mine | |
She comes over to my place | |
And we have a good time | |
But the memories | |
She sometimes brings with her | |
Get out of line | |
They're out of line | |
Show me things i don't want to see | |
(wanna see, wanna see, wanne see) | |
Remind me of who i thought i was gonna be | |
(ganna be, gonna be, gonna be) | |
Take me places i used to go | |
(used to go, used to go) | |
A long long time ago | |
When i woke i remembered nothing | |
Suppose that's just as well | |
And although my head was aching | |
I could hear a bell | |
So i put on some clothes | |
And i reached my front door | |
When i pulled it wide open | |
She joined me once more | |
Oh history is a friend of mine | |
She comes over to my place | |
And we have a good time | |
But the memories | |
She sometimes brings with her | |
Get out of line | |
They're out of line | |
Show me things i don't want to see | |
(wanna see, wanna see, wanna see) | |
Remind me of who i thought i was gonna be | |
(ganna be, gonna be, gonna be) | |
Take me places i used to go | |
(used to go, used to go) | |
A long long time ago | |
A long long time ago |
zuo ci : Reid, Reid | |
Yesterday arrived too quickly | |
Caught me right off guard | |
My defence moved in too slowly | |
Missed it by a yard | |
I' d just settled down | |
With a bottle of gin | |
So i moved on to whiskey | |
And it hit me again | |
Memories were raining punches | |
Down on my head | |
Knocked me into the past so quickly | |
They almost raised the dead | |
So i drank some more booze | |
And it helped me to sleep | |
Where i dreamed of my youth | |
And the secrets i keep | |
Oh history is a friend of mine | |
She comes over to my place | |
And we have a good time | |
But the memories | |
She sometimes brings with her | |
Get out of line | |
They' re out of line | |
Show me things i don' t want to see | |
wanna see, wanna see, wanne see | |
Remind me of who i thought i was gonna be | |
ganna be, gonna be, gonna be | |
Take me places i used to go | |
used to go, used to go | |
A long long time ago | |
When i woke i remembered nothing | |
Suppose that' s just as well | |
And although my head was aching | |
I could hear a bell | |
So i put on some clothes | |
And i reached my front door | |
When i pulled it wide open | |
She joined me once more | |
Oh history is a friend of mine | |
She comes over to my place | |
And we have a good time | |
But the memories | |
She sometimes brings with her | |
Get out of line | |
They' re out of line | |
Show me things i don' t want to see | |
wanna see, wanna see, wanna see | |
Remind me of who i thought i was gonna be | |
ganna be, gonna be, gonna be | |
Take me places i used to go | |
used to go, used to go | |
A long long time ago | |
A long long time ago |
zuò cí : Reid, Reid | |
Yesterday arrived too quickly | |
Caught me right off guard | |
My defence moved in too slowly | |
Missed it by a yard | |
I' d just settled down | |
With a bottle of gin | |
So i moved on to whiskey | |
And it hit me again | |
Memories were raining punches | |
Down on my head | |
Knocked me into the past so quickly | |
They almost raised the dead | |
So i drank some more booze | |
And it helped me to sleep | |
Where i dreamed of my youth | |
And the secrets i keep | |
Oh history is a friend of mine | |
She comes over to my place | |
And we have a good time | |
But the memories | |
She sometimes brings with her | |
Get out of line | |
They' re out of line | |
Show me things i don' t want to see | |
wanna see, wanna see, wanne see | |
Remind me of who i thought i was gonna be | |
ganna be, gonna be, gonna be | |
Take me places i used to go | |
used to go, used to go | |
A long long time ago | |
When i woke i remembered nothing | |
Suppose that' s just as well | |
And although my head was aching | |
I could hear a bell | |
So i put on some clothes | |
And i reached my front door | |
When i pulled it wide open | |
She joined me once more | |
Oh history is a friend of mine | |
She comes over to my place | |
And we have a good time | |
But the memories | |
She sometimes brings with her | |
Get out of line | |
They' re out of line | |
Show me things i don' t want to see | |
wanna see, wanna see, wanna see | |
Remind me of who i thought i was gonna be | |
ganna be, gonna be, gonna be | |
Take me places i used to go | |
used to go, used to go | |
A long long time ago | |
A long long time ago |