The Plough Lyrics
| Song | The Plough |
| Artist | The Divine Comedy |
| Album | Victory For The Comic Muse |
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| 作词 : Hannon | |
| I packed up my suitcase and left the old farm | |
| I promised my papa I'd come to no harm | |
| And I went to the city where I was employed | |
| In a firm of accountants as an office boy. | |
| I fetched and I carried, I watched and I learned | |
| And slowly but surely I rose through the firm. | |
| But then I discovered my colleagues one day | |
| Massaging the figures for personal gain | |
| I said "I'll not wallow in this house of shame" | |
| I'll plough my own furrow, I'll go my own way. | |
| Gravely I listened to Reverend McBride | |
| Down at the mission house each Friday night. | |
| Heavenís salvation for those who know best, | |
| Hell and damnation for all of the rest. | |
| Try as I might I could not understand | |
| Why The Almighty's all-merciful hand | |
| Should cast away those whose only mistake | |
| Was never to know the Christian faith | |
| The stars that we follow can lead us astray | |
| I'll plough my own furrow, I'll go my own way | |
| I fled from the capitalís bourgeois malaise | |
| And trekked through the wilderness for fourteen days | |
| 'Til I found the guerillas camped high in the hills | |
| I asked Comrade Diaz whom I should kill. | |
| I crept into town with a knife in my teeth | |
| And entered the home of the Chief of Police | |
| I stood at his bedside and raised up my blade | |
| But then I looked to the crib where his little one lay | |
| You murder tomorrow by killing today | |
| I'll plough my own furrow, I'll go my own way. |
| zuo ci : Hannon | |
| I packed up my suitcase and left the old farm | |
| I promised my papa I' d come to no harm | |
| And I went to the city where I was employed | |
| In a firm of accountants as an office boy. | |
| I fetched and I carried, I watched and I learned | |
| And slowly but surely I rose through the firm. | |
| But then I discovered my colleagues one day | |
| Massaging the figures for personal gain | |
| I said " I' ll not wallow in this house of shame" | |
| I' ll plough my own furrow, I' ll go my own way. | |
| Gravely I listened to Reverend McBride | |
| Down at the mission house each Friday night. | |
| Heaveni s salvation for those who know best, | |
| Hell and damnation for all of the rest. | |
| Try as I might I could not understand | |
| Why The Almighty' s allmerciful hand | |
| Should cast away those whose only mistake | |
| Was never to know the Christian faith | |
| The stars that we follow can lead us astray | |
| I' ll plough my own furrow, I' ll go my own way | |
| I fled from the capitali s bourgeois malaise | |
| And trekked through the wilderness for fourteen days | |
| ' Til I found the guerillas camped high in the hills | |
| I asked Comrade Diaz whom I should kill. | |
| I crept into town with a knife in my teeth | |
| And entered the home of the Chief of Police | |
| I stood at his bedside and raised up my blade | |
| But then I looked to the crib where his little one lay | |
| You murder tomorrow by killing today | |
| I' ll plough my own furrow, I' ll go my own way. |
| zuò cí : Hannon | |
| I packed up my suitcase and left the old farm | |
| I promised my papa I' d come to no harm | |
| And I went to the city where I was employed | |
| In a firm of accountants as an office boy. | |
| I fetched and I carried, I watched and I learned | |
| And slowly but surely I rose through the firm. | |
| But then I discovered my colleagues one day | |
| Massaging the figures for personal gain | |
| I said " I' ll not wallow in this house of shame" | |
| I' ll plough my own furrow, I' ll go my own way. | |
| Gravely I listened to Reverend McBride | |
| Down at the mission house each Friday night. | |
| Heavení s salvation for those who know best, | |
| Hell and damnation for all of the rest. | |
| Try as I might I could not understand | |
| Why The Almighty' s allmerciful hand | |
| Should cast away those whose only mistake | |
| Was never to know the Christian faith | |
| The stars that we follow can lead us astray | |
| I' ll plough my own furrow, I' ll go my own way | |
| I fled from the capitalí s bourgeois malaise | |
| And trekked through the wilderness for fourteen days | |
| ' Til I found the guerillas camped high in the hills | |
| I asked Comrade Diaz whom I should kill. | |
| I crept into town with a knife in my teeth | |
| And entered the home of the Chief of Police | |
| I stood at his bedside and raised up my blade | |
| But then I looked to the crib where his little one lay | |
| You murder tomorrow by killing today | |
| I' ll plough my own furrow, I' ll go my own way. |
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