[00:00.000] 作词 : Yusuf / Cat Stevens
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Yusuf / Cat Stevens
[00:20.229]I was born in the West-End
[00:23.413]In the summer of ’48
[00:26.885]Above a small Cafe
[00:29.817]Some people liked to come there and call it night
[00:32.483]But for me it was all day
[00:35.958]Oh! Now the dogs keep a-growlin’
[00:43.413]Round my front door
[00:48.761]And the Truth howled out from the editing floor
[00:56.215]
[00:58.338]Years went by
[01:01.278]Quarrymen came along
[01:04.209]This boy became a star
[01:07.913]Then he dropped – but got up again
[01:10.306]With a Black Everly guitar
[01:13.516]Then he searched along the road
[01:16.439]A good song he was looking for
[01:26.022]And the Truth sang out from the editing floor
[01:33.541]
[01:48.448]Big brother took a trip
[01:51.668]As bold as he could be
[01:54.627]To the place, he heard,
[01:57.831]Where the good Prophets used to walk
[02:00.765]High above this dark world
[02:03.701]Then the Word came down
[02:09.279]And the little brother saw
[02:16.489]How the Truth was buried on the editing floor
[02:23.171]
[02:35.431]One day the papers rang us up,
[02:38.616]T’check if I said this?
[02:41.796]I said, “Oh boy!
[02:44.745]I’d never say that!”
[02:47.658]Then we got down to the truth of it
[02:50.584]But they never printed that!
[02:54.036]Just like Socrates, the man from Greece
[03:08.966]Fell down on his knees
[03:15.104]Said, Lord! Forgive them please
[03:20.432]Forgive them please
[03:24.428]And he spoke no more
[03:32.680]And the cup spilled out on the editing floor