Song | I Wish That They'd Sack Me |
Artist | Chumbawamba |
Album | The Boy Bands Have Won |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Chumbawamba, Traditional | |
Six in the morning don't want to wake | |
Sun laying low and the world sleeping late | |
Hate like the river runs heavy and deep | |
Oh I wish that they'd sack me and leave me to sleep | |
Five days from seven the week's hardly mine | |
The alarm clock's gone over to enemy lines | |
Waste my time working for cowards and creeps | |
Oh I wish that they'd sack me and leave me to sleep | |
Rain strikes the window heralds the day | |
Rain won't you wash these eight hours away? | |
Rain feeds the river runs heavy and deep | |
Oh I wish that they'd sack me and leave me to sleep | |
Birds at my window sing in the dawn | |
By the time that I'm home all this day will be gone | |
Spend my life sowing what others will reap | |
Oh I wish that they'd sack me and leave me to sleep | |
Rain strikes the window heralds the day | |
Rain won't you wash these eight hours away? | |
Rain feeds the river runs heavy and deep | |
Oh I wish that they'd sack me and leave me to sleep |
zuo qu : Chumbawamba, Traditional | |
Six in the morning don' t want to wake | |
Sun laying low and the world sleeping late | |
Hate like the river runs heavy and deep | |
Oh I wish that they' d sack me and leave me to sleep | |
Five days from seven the week' s hardly mine | |
The alarm clock' s gone over to enemy lines | |
Waste my time working for cowards and creeps | |
Oh I wish that they' d sack me and leave me to sleep | |
Rain strikes the window heralds the day | |
Rain won' t you wash these eight hours away? | |
Rain feeds the river runs heavy and deep | |
Oh I wish that they' d sack me and leave me to sleep | |
Birds at my window sing in the dawn | |
By the time that I' m home all this day will be gone | |
Spend my life sowing what others will reap | |
Oh I wish that they' d sack me and leave me to sleep | |
Rain strikes the window heralds the day | |
Rain won' t you wash these eight hours away? | |
Rain feeds the river runs heavy and deep | |
Oh I wish that they' d sack me and leave me to sleep |
zuò qǔ : Chumbawamba, Traditional | |
Six in the morning don' t want to wake | |
Sun laying low and the world sleeping late | |
Hate like the river runs heavy and deep | |
Oh I wish that they' d sack me and leave me to sleep | |
Five days from seven the week' s hardly mine | |
The alarm clock' s gone over to enemy lines | |
Waste my time working for cowards and creeps | |
Oh I wish that they' d sack me and leave me to sleep | |
Rain strikes the window heralds the day | |
Rain won' t you wash these eight hours away? | |
Rain feeds the river runs heavy and deep | |
Oh I wish that they' d sack me and leave me to sleep | |
Birds at my window sing in the dawn | |
By the time that I' m home all this day will be gone | |
Spend my life sowing what others will reap | |
Oh I wish that they' d sack me and leave me to sleep | |
Rain strikes the window heralds the day | |
Rain won' t you wash these eight hours away? | |
Rain feeds the river runs heavy and deep | |
Oh I wish that they' d sack me and leave me to sleep |