Song | Walking Through a Wasted Land |
Artist | Richard Thompson |
Album | Watching the Dark |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Thompson | |
I'm walking through a wasted land | |
Of soft sell concrete and rust | |
What ever happened to this country? | |
Where is the hand you can trust? | |
Walk down, walk down, walk down | |
I remember when a farmer was ashamed | |
If he never put his hand to a plough | |
You can buy a lot of shame with your money | |
He's riding in a limousine now | |
Walk down, walk down, walk down, walk down! | |
Sweat is the name of this town | |
It's an ugly old, dirty old disgrace | |
And now that the steel's shut down | |
It's fear puts the sweat in a man's face | |
Walk down, walk down, walk down | |
Oh now I should have a break like you | |
But somebody stacked up the decks | |
Heads are going to roll some day | |
If we ever get this yoke off our necks | |
Walk down, walk down, walk down, oh | |
Well I'm walking through a wasted land | |
I'm walking through a wasted land | |
Where is the future we planned | |
I'm walking through a wasted land | |
Walk down, walk down, walk down, walk down! |
zuo ci : Thompson | |
I' m walking through a wasted land | |
Of soft sell concrete and rust | |
What ever happened to this country? | |
Where is the hand you can trust? | |
Walk down, walk down, walk down | |
I remember when a farmer was ashamed | |
If he never put his hand to a plough | |
You can buy a lot of shame with your money | |
He' s riding in a limousine now | |
Walk down, walk down, walk down, walk down! | |
Sweat is the name of this town | |
It' s an ugly old, dirty old disgrace | |
And now that the steel' s shut down | |
It' s fear puts the sweat in a man' s face | |
Walk down, walk down, walk down | |
Oh now I should have a break like you | |
But somebody stacked up the decks | |
Heads are going to roll some day | |
If we ever get this yoke off our necks | |
Walk down, walk down, walk down, oh | |
Well I' m walking through a wasted land | |
I' m walking through a wasted land | |
Where is the future we planned | |
I' m walking through a wasted land | |
Walk down, walk down, walk down, walk down! |
zuò cí : Thompson | |
I' m walking through a wasted land | |
Of soft sell concrete and rust | |
What ever happened to this country? | |
Where is the hand you can trust? | |
Walk down, walk down, walk down | |
I remember when a farmer was ashamed | |
If he never put his hand to a plough | |
You can buy a lot of shame with your money | |
He' s riding in a limousine now | |
Walk down, walk down, walk down, walk down! | |
Sweat is the name of this town | |
It' s an ugly old, dirty old disgrace | |
And now that the steel' s shut down | |
It' s fear puts the sweat in a man' s face | |
Walk down, walk down, walk down | |
Oh now I should have a break like you | |
But somebody stacked up the decks | |
Heads are going to roll some day | |
If we ever get this yoke off our necks | |
Walk down, walk down, walk down, oh | |
Well I' m walking through a wasted land | |
I' m walking through a wasted land | |
Where is the future we planned | |
I' m walking through a wasted land | |
Walk down, walk down, walk down, walk down! |