Song | Tangier |
Artist | Donovan |
Album | Hurdy Gurdy Man |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Donovan | |
In Tangier down a windy street | |
Where beggars meet | |
and on old rags do sleep | |
The women dressed in soiled white sheet | |
With starving kids by their side. | |
With staring eyes that never weep | |
Old Moroccans with their elephantiasis feet | |
Who life and death treat so cheap | |
Happy in their hunger | |
For they live longer than their fathers. | |
In Tangier down a windy street | |
Where beggars meet | |
and on old rags do sleep | |
The women dressed in soiled white sheet | |
With starving kids by their side. | |
With staring eyes that never weep | |
Old Moroccans with their elephantiasis feet | |
Who life and death treat so cheap | |
Happy in their hunger | |
For they live longer than their, than their, than their fathers. |
zuo ci : Donovan | |
In Tangier down a windy street | |
Where beggars meet | |
and on old rags do sleep | |
The women dressed in soiled white sheet | |
With starving kids by their side. | |
With staring eyes that never weep | |
Old Moroccans with their elephantiasis feet | |
Who life and death treat so cheap | |
Happy in their hunger | |
For they live longer than their fathers. | |
In Tangier down a windy street | |
Where beggars meet | |
and on old rags do sleep | |
The women dressed in soiled white sheet | |
With starving kids by their side. | |
With staring eyes that never weep | |
Old Moroccans with their elephantiasis feet | |
Who life and death treat so cheap | |
Happy in their hunger | |
For they live longer than their, than their, than their fathers. |
zuò cí : Donovan | |
In Tangier down a windy street | |
Where beggars meet | |
and on old rags do sleep | |
The women dressed in soiled white sheet | |
With starving kids by their side. | |
With staring eyes that never weep | |
Old Moroccans with their elephantiasis feet | |
Who life and death treat so cheap | |
Happy in their hunger | |
For they live longer than their fathers. | |
In Tangier down a windy street | |
Where beggars meet | |
and on old rags do sleep | |
The women dressed in soiled white sheet | |
With starving kids by their side. | |
With staring eyes that never weep | |
Old Moroccans with their elephantiasis feet | |
Who life and death treat so cheap | |
Happy in their hunger | |
For they live longer than their, than their, than their fathers. |