Song | Ballad Of The Times |
Artist | Everything But the Girl |
Album | The Works |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Watt | |
Narrow streets breed narrow minds and | |
Care for king but not for kind | |
It´s a short hop to a long weekend when every move you apreehend | |
You´ll never find room to find your feet to walk out of this avenue | |
Your pockets are lined with promises when did a promise ever pay for shoes? | |
Counting coal trucks by the line and raise your glasses one more time ´ | |
Cause Billy has gone off to war | |
And God knows what he´s fighting for | |
But wartime will make him a man | |
Work that no one see, if you can | |
A hero´s grave is 6 feet deep not | |
Room enough for all his plans. | |
She can scrub the step but if he´ll never gleam | |
If he did she´d smash the dream | |
And they´ve held the world too long | |
But dreams are what you wake up from | |
Father was a fighter too | |
The only way to jump the queue | |
Boxing clever, times were tough | |
But will that ever be enough? | |
You´d never find room to find his feet | |
To walk out of these avenues | |
Their pockets are lined with promises | |
When did a promise ever pay for shoes? | |
When did a promise ever pay for shoes? |
zuo ci : Watt | |
Narrow streets breed narrow minds and | |
Care for king but not for kind | |
It s a short hop to a long weekend when every move you apreehend | |
You ll never find room to find your feet to walk out of this avenue | |
Your pockets are lined with promises when did a promise ever pay for shoes? | |
Counting coal trucks by the line and raise your glasses one more time | |
Cause Billy has gone off to war | |
And God knows what he s fighting for | |
But wartime will make him a man | |
Work that no one see, if you can | |
A hero s grave is 6 feet deep not | |
Room enough for all his plans. | |
She can scrub the step but if he ll never gleam | |
If he did she d smash the dream | |
And they ve held the world too long | |
But dreams are what you wake up from | |
Father was a fighter too | |
The only way to jump the queue | |
Boxing clever, times were tough | |
But will that ever be enough? | |
You d never find room to find his feet | |
To walk out of these avenues | |
Their pockets are lined with promises | |
When did a promise ever pay for shoes? | |
When did a promise ever pay for shoes? |
zuò cí : Watt | |
Narrow streets breed narrow minds and | |
Care for king but not for kind | |
It s a short hop to a long weekend when every move you apreehend | |
You ll never find room to find your feet to walk out of this avenue | |
Your pockets are lined with promises when did a promise ever pay for shoes? | |
Counting coal trucks by the line and raise your glasses one more time | |
Cause Billy has gone off to war | |
And God knows what he s fighting for | |
But wartime will make him a man | |
Work that no one see, if you can | |
A hero s grave is 6 feet deep not | |
Room enough for all his plans. | |
She can scrub the step but if he ll never gleam | |
If he did she d smash the dream | |
And they ve held the world too long | |
But dreams are what you wake up from | |
Father was a fighter too | |
The only way to jump the queue | |
Boxing clever, times were tough | |
But will that ever be enough? | |
You d never find room to find his feet | |
To walk out of these avenues | |
Their pockets are lined with promises | |
When did a promise ever pay for shoes? | |
When did a promise ever pay for shoes? |