Song | Toad In The Hole |
Artist | Ian Anderson |
Album | Walk Into Light |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Anderson | |
I walk along the strand | |
to catch the late ride home. | |
Shuttle through the evening gloom | |
knowing I forgot to phone. | |
The back door's open. | |
There's a chill blowing in. | |
Take your warm hands off me. | |
Let the night begin. | |
Shush your mouth. | |
Listen to me. | |
I won't say nothing -- | |
Just let me be your | |
Toad in the Hole. | |
Kicking through the wet leaves lying | |
all along the station road. | |
Past tired graffitti wailing, | |
raw emotion to unload. | |
There's coal in the fireplace | |
and money in the bank too. | |
Deep-pile carpets, tinsel wallpaper. | |
Still got the back room to do. | |
Don't be late. | |
Got a day's work behind me. | |
Feel a little devastated | |
but my nights are assigned | |
to you. | |
No tom-cat creeping, now | |
could ever be so bold | |
to hang around our place tonight | |
when I come in from the cold. | |
There's a straight-six in the garage | |
and some fine wine to cool. | |
Labour-savers in the kitchen, | |
room in the garden for a pool. | |
Shush your mouth. | |
Let imagination run | |
here in bed-sit heaven | |
where all the best wishing's done | |
to warm Toad in the Hole. |
zuo ci : Anderson | |
I walk along the strand | |
to catch the late ride home. | |
Shuttle through the evening gloom | |
knowing I forgot to phone. | |
The back door' s open. | |
There' s a chill blowing in. | |
Take your warm hands off me. | |
Let the night begin. | |
Shush your mouth. | |
Listen to me. | |
I won' t say nothing | |
Just let me be your | |
Toad in the Hole. | |
Kicking through the wet leaves lying | |
all along the station road. | |
Past tired graffitti wailing, | |
raw emotion to unload. | |
There' s coal in the fireplace | |
and money in the bank too. | |
Deeppile carpets, tinsel wallpaper. | |
Still got the back room to do. | |
Don' t be late. | |
Got a day' s work behind me. | |
Feel a little devastated | |
but my nights are assigned | |
to you. | |
No tomcat creeping, now | |
could ever be so bold | |
to hang around our place tonight | |
when I come in from the cold. | |
There' s a straightsix in the garage | |
and some fine wine to cool. | |
Laboursavers in the kitchen, | |
room in the garden for a pool. | |
Shush your mouth. | |
Let imagination run | |
here in bedsit heaven | |
where all the best wishing' s done | |
to warm Toad in the Hole. |
zuò cí : Anderson | |
I walk along the strand | |
to catch the late ride home. | |
Shuttle through the evening gloom | |
knowing I forgot to phone. | |
The back door' s open. | |
There' s a chill blowing in. | |
Take your warm hands off me. | |
Let the night begin. | |
Shush your mouth. | |
Listen to me. | |
I won' t say nothing | |
Just let me be your | |
Toad in the Hole. | |
Kicking through the wet leaves lying | |
all along the station road. | |
Past tired graffitti wailing, | |
raw emotion to unload. | |
There' s coal in the fireplace | |
and money in the bank too. | |
Deeppile carpets, tinsel wallpaper. | |
Still got the back room to do. | |
Don' t be late. | |
Got a day' s work behind me. | |
Feel a little devastated | |
but my nights are assigned | |
to you. | |
No tomcat creeping, now | |
could ever be so bold | |
to hang around our place tonight | |
when I come in from the cold. | |
There' s a straightsix in the garage | |
and some fine wine to cool. | |
Laboursavers in the kitchen, | |
room in the garden for a pool. | |
Shush your mouth. | |
Let imagination run | |
here in bedsit heaven | |
where all the best wishing' s done | |
to warm Toad in the Hole. |