Song | Anytown |
Artist | Everything But the Girl |
Album | Love Not Money |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Watt | |
Over dale and over hills | |
I'll take you through the cotton mills | |
To the ginnels where we played | |
And where are friendships all were made | |
Still they came and tore them down | |
And now we live in | |
Anytown They came and tore it down | |
And now this place could be | |
Anytown Can't forget and won't forgive | |
The places we've been forced to live | |
Sticks and stones may break my bones | |
But rather that than live alone | |
For they came and tore it down | |
And now we live in | |
Anytown They came and tore it down | |
And now this place could be | |
Anytown Rags to riches, that's a lie | |
For some things money just can't buy | |
Thicker than water blood may be | |
And comfort still brings misery | |
For they came and tore it down | |
And now we live in | |
Anytown They came and tore it down | |
And now this place could be | |
Anytown They took the heart when they ripped it down | |
And in its place sent | |
Anytown Summer in the driving rain | |
I can hear the | |
Oldham train. |
zuo ci : Watt | |
Over dale and over hills | |
I' ll take you through the cotton mills | |
To the ginnels where we played | |
And where are friendships all were made | |
Still they came and tore them down | |
And now we live in | |
Anytown They came and tore it down | |
And now this place could be | |
Anytown Can' t forget and won' t forgive | |
The places we' ve been forced to live | |
Sticks and stones may break my bones | |
But rather that than live alone | |
For they came and tore it down | |
And now we live in | |
Anytown They came and tore it down | |
And now this place could be | |
Anytown Rags to riches, that' s a lie | |
For some things money just can' t buy | |
Thicker than water blood may be | |
And comfort still brings misery | |
For they came and tore it down | |
And now we live in | |
Anytown They came and tore it down | |
And now this place could be | |
Anytown They took the heart when they ripped it down | |
And in its place sent | |
Anytown Summer in the driving rain | |
I can hear the | |
Oldham train. |
zuò cí : Watt | |
Over dale and over hills | |
I' ll take you through the cotton mills | |
To the ginnels where we played | |
And where are friendships all were made | |
Still they came and tore them down | |
And now we live in | |
Anytown They came and tore it down | |
And now this place could be | |
Anytown Can' t forget and won' t forgive | |
The places we' ve been forced to live | |
Sticks and stones may break my bones | |
But rather that than live alone | |
For they came and tore it down | |
And now we live in | |
Anytown They came and tore it down | |
And now this place could be | |
Anytown Rags to riches, that' s a lie | |
For some things money just can' t buy | |
Thicker than water blood may be | |
And comfort still brings misery | |
For they came and tore it down | |
And now we live in | |
Anytown They came and tore it down | |
And now this place could be | |
Anytown They took the heart when they ripped it down | |
And in its place sent | |
Anytown Summer in the driving rain | |
I can hear the | |
Oldham train. |