Thousands Are Sailing Lyrics

Song	Thousands Are Sailing
Artist	The Pogues
Album	30:30 - The Essential Collection
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	作词 : Chevron
	The island, it is silent now
	But the ghosts still haunt the waves
	And the torch lights up a famished man
	Who fortune could not save
	Did you work upon the railroads?
	Did you rid the streets of crime?
	Were your dollars from the White House?
	Were they from the five and dime?
	Did the old songs taunt or cheer you
	And did they still make you cry?
	Did you count the months and years
	Or did your teardrops quickly dry?
	Ah, no, says he, 'twas not to be
	On a coffin ship, I came here
	And I never even got so far
	That they could change my name
	Thousands are sailing
	Across the western ocean
	To a land of opportunity
	That some of them will never see
	Fortune prevailing
	Across the western ocean
	Their bellies full, their spirits free
	They'll break the chains of poverty
	And they'll dance
	In Manhattan's desert twilight
	In the death of afternoon
	We stepped hand-in-hand down Broadway
	Like the first man on the moon
	And "The Blackbird" broke the silence
	As you whistled it so sweet
	And in Brendan Behan's footsteps
	I danced up and down the street
	Then we said goodnight to Broadway
	Giving it our best regards
	Tipped our hats to Mr. Cohen
	Dear old Time Square's favorite bard
	Then we raised a glass to JFK
	And a dozen more besides
	When I got back to my empty room
	I suppose I must have cried
	Thousands are sailing
	Again across the ocean
	Where the hand of opportunity
	Draws tickets in a lottery
	Postcards we're mailing
	Of sky-blue skies and oceans
	From rooms the daylight never sees
	Where lights don't glow on Christmas trees
	And we dance to the music and we dance
	Thousands are sailing
	Across the western ocean
	Where the hand of opportunity
	Draws tickets in a lottery
	Where e'er we go, we celebrate
	The land that makes us refugees
	From fear of priests with empty plates
	From guilt and weeping effigies
	And we dance to the music and we dance

	zuo ci : Chevron
	The island, it is silent now
	But the ghosts still haunt the waves
	And the torch lights up a famished man
	Who fortune could not save
	Did you work upon the railroads?
	Did you rid the streets of crime?
	Were your dollars from the White House?
	Were they from the five and dime?
	Did the old songs taunt or cheer you
	And did they still make you cry?
	Did you count the months and years
	Or did your teardrops quickly dry?
	Ah, no, says he, ' twas not to be
	On a coffin ship, I came here
	And I never even got so far
	That they could change my name
	Thousands are sailing
	Across the western ocean
	To a land of opportunity
	That some of them will never see
	Fortune prevailing
	Across the western ocean
	Their bellies full, their spirits free
	They' ll break the chains of poverty
	And they' ll dance
	In Manhattan' s desert twilight
	In the death of afternoon
	We stepped handinhand down Broadway
	Like the first man on the moon
	And quot The Blackbird quot broke the silence
	As you whistled it so sweet
	And in Brendan Behan' s footsteps
	I danced up and down the street
	Then we said goodnight to Broadway
	Giving it our best regards
	Tipped our hats to Mr. Cohen
	Dear old Time Square' s favorite bard
	Then we raised a glass to JFK
	And a dozen more besides
	When I got back to my empty room
	I suppose I must have cried
	Thousands are sailing
	Again across the ocean
	Where the hand of opportunity
	Draws tickets in a lottery
	Postcards we' re mailing
	Of skyblue skies and oceans
	From rooms the daylight never sees
	Where lights don' t glow on Christmas trees
	And we dance to the music and we dance
	Thousands are sailing
	Across the western ocean
	Where the hand of opportunity
	Draws tickets in a lottery
	Where e' er we go, we celebrate
	The land that makes us refugees
	From fear of priests with empty plates
	From guilt and weeping effigies
	And we dance to the music and we dance

	zuò cí : Chevron
	The island, it is silent now
	But the ghosts still haunt the waves
	And the torch lights up a famished man
	Who fortune could not save
	Did you work upon the railroads?
	Did you rid the streets of crime?
	Were your dollars from the White House?
	Were they from the five and dime?
	Did the old songs taunt or cheer you
	And did they still make you cry?
	Did you count the months and years
	Or did your teardrops quickly dry?
	Ah, no, says he, ' twas not to be
	On a coffin ship, I came here
	And I never even got so far
	That they could change my name
	Thousands are sailing
	Across the western ocean
	To a land of opportunity
	That some of them will never see
	Fortune prevailing
	Across the western ocean
	Their bellies full, their spirits free
	They' ll break the chains of poverty
	And they' ll dance
	In Manhattan' s desert twilight
	In the death of afternoon
	We stepped handinhand down Broadway
	Like the first man on the moon
	And quot The Blackbird quot broke the silence
	As you whistled it so sweet
	And in Brendan Behan' s footsteps
	I danced up and down the street
	Then we said goodnight to Broadway
	Giving it our best regards
	Tipped our hats to Mr. Cohen
	Dear old Time Square' s favorite bard
	Then we raised a glass to JFK
	And a dozen more besides
	When I got back to my empty room
	I suppose I must have cried
	Thousands are sailing
	Again across the ocean
	Where the hand of opportunity
	Draws tickets in a lottery
	Postcards we' re mailing
	Of skyblue skies and oceans
	From rooms the daylight never sees
	Where lights don' t glow on Christmas trees
	And we dance to the music and we dance
	Thousands are sailing
	Across the western ocean
	Where the hand of opportunity
	Draws tickets in a lottery
	Where e' er we go, we celebrate
	The land that makes us refugees
	From fear of priests with empty plates
	From guilt and weeping effigies
	And we dance to the music and we dance

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