Song | William Francis |
Artist | Chumbawamba |
Album | Singsong and a Scrap |
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作曲 : Abbott, Chumbawamba ... | |
William Francis, noble lord | |
His fortune built on sweat and sword | |
Built an empire tall as a hill | |
But he don't have fun and he never will | |
My, my Sees the world so far below | |
And though he tries, he'll never know | |
Friends to greet the breaking of day | |
And love to pass the night away | |
My, my William | |
Francis high and dry | |
With his paradise denied | |
My, my William | |
Francis, lost, alone | |
A thousand ifs and a heart of stone | |
He measures his life in gain and cost | |
But he'll never add up the world he lost | |
My, my William | |
Francis high and dry | |
With his paradise denied | |
My, my William | |
Francis, master of all | |
But none to catch him when he falls | |
He works us long and he works us hard | |
But we'll dance all the way to the knacker's yard | |
My, my William | |
Francis high and dry | |
With his paradise denied | |
My, my |
zuo qu : Abbott, Chumbawamba ... | |
William Francis, noble lord | |
His fortune built on sweat and sword | |
Built an empire tall as a hill | |
But he don' t have fun and he never will | |
My, my Sees the world so far below | |
And though he tries, he' ll never know | |
Friends to greet the breaking of day | |
And love to pass the night away | |
My, my William | |
Francis high and dry | |
With his paradise denied | |
My, my William | |
Francis, lost, alone | |
A thousand ifs and a heart of stone | |
He measures his life in gain and cost | |
But he' ll never add up the world he lost | |
My, my William | |
Francis high and dry | |
With his paradise denied | |
My, my William | |
Francis, master of all | |
But none to catch him when he falls | |
He works us long and he works us hard | |
But we' ll dance all the way to the knacker' s yard | |
My, my William | |
Francis high and dry | |
With his paradise denied | |
My, my |
zuò qǔ : Abbott, Chumbawamba ... | |
William Francis, noble lord | |
His fortune built on sweat and sword | |
Built an empire tall as a hill | |
But he don' t have fun and he never will | |
My, my Sees the world so far below | |
And though he tries, he' ll never know | |
Friends to greet the breaking of day | |
And love to pass the night away | |
My, my William | |
Francis high and dry | |
With his paradise denied | |
My, my William | |
Francis, lost, alone | |
A thousand ifs and a heart of stone | |
He measures his life in gain and cost | |
But he' ll never add up the world he lost | |
My, my William | |
Francis high and dry | |
With his paradise denied | |
My, my William | |
Francis, master of all | |
But none to catch him when he falls | |
He works us long and he works us hard | |
But we' ll dance all the way to the knacker' s yard | |
My, my William | |
Francis high and dry | |
With his paradise denied | |
My, my |