Song | You Can (Mass Trespass, 1932) |
Artist | Chumbawamba |
Album | Singsong and a Scrap |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Abbott, Chumbawamba ... | |
For all those feet in ancient times | |
For stepping out of line | |
Dragging time and tide | |
Against the keepers of the past | |
The flags of class and caste | |
Limp upon the mast | |
All your week you were someone's slave | |
Today you're a free man | |
If they tell you you can't | |
Then you can | |
You can, you can, you can | |
You can, you can | |
Walking high upon the hills | |
Rough-shod against well-heeled | |
A butterfly breaks upon the wheel | |
A compass and a cap | |
A sing-song and a scrap | |
A dotted line across the map | |
All your week you were someone's slave | |
Today you're a free man | |
If they tell you you can't | |
Then you can | |
You can, you can, you can | |
You can, you can | |
Every five-barred gate my home | |
A place to call my own | |
Stone to boundary stone | |
For every footprint on the land | |
The banners and the banned | |
Who swayed the best-laid plans | |
All your week you were someone's slave | |
Today you're a free man | |
If they tell you you can't | |
Then you can | |
You can, you can, you can |
zuo qu : Abbott, Chumbawamba ... | |
For all those feet in ancient times | |
For stepping out of line | |
Dragging time and tide | |
Against the keepers of the past | |
The flags of class and caste | |
Limp upon the mast | |
All your week you were someone' s slave | |
Today you' re a free man | |
If they tell you you can' t | |
Then you can | |
You can, you can, you can | |
You can, you can | |
Walking high upon the hills | |
Roughshod against wellheeled | |
A butterfly breaks upon the wheel | |
A compass and a cap | |
A singsong and a scrap | |
A dotted line across the map | |
All your week you were someone' s slave | |
Today you' re a free man | |
If they tell you you can' t | |
Then you can | |
You can, you can, you can | |
You can, you can | |
Every fivebarred gate my home | |
A place to call my own | |
Stone to boundary stone | |
For every footprint on the land | |
The banners and the banned | |
Who swayed the bestlaid plans | |
All your week you were someone' s slave | |
Today you' re a free man | |
If they tell you you can' t | |
Then you can | |
You can, you can, you can |
zuò qǔ : Abbott, Chumbawamba ... | |
For all those feet in ancient times | |
For stepping out of line | |
Dragging time and tide | |
Against the keepers of the past | |
The flags of class and caste | |
Limp upon the mast | |
All your week you were someone' s slave | |
Today you' re a free man | |
If they tell you you can' t | |
Then you can | |
You can, you can, you can | |
You can, you can | |
Walking high upon the hills | |
Roughshod against wellheeled | |
A butterfly breaks upon the wheel | |
A compass and a cap | |
A singsong and a scrap | |
A dotted line across the map | |
All your week you were someone' s slave | |
Today you' re a free man | |
If they tell you you can' t | |
Then you can | |
You can, you can, you can | |
You can, you can | |
Every fivebarred gate my home | |
A place to call my own | |
Stone to boundary stone | |
For every footprint on the land | |
The banners and the banned | |
Who swayed the bestlaid plans | |
All your week you were someone' s slave | |
Today you' re a free man | |
If they tell you you can' t | |
Then you can | |
You can, you can, you can |