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作词 : Yusuf / Cat Stevens |
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作曲 : Yusuf / Cat Stevens |
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I was born in the West-End |
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In the summer of ’48 |
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Above a small Cafe |
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Some people liked to come there and call it night |
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But for me it was all day |
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Oh! Now the dogs keep a-growlin’ |
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Round my front door |
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And the Truth howled out from the editing floor |
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Years went by |
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Quarrymen came along |
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This boy became a star |
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Then he dropped – but got up again |
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With a Black Everly guitar |
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Then he searched along the road |
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A good song he was looking for |
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And the Truth sang out from the editing floor |
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Big brother took a trip |
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As bold as he could be |
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To the place, he heard, |
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Where the good Prophets used to walk |
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High above this dark world |
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Then the Word came down |
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And the little brother saw |
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How the Truth was buried on the editing floor |
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One day the papers rang us up, |
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T’check if I said this? |
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I said, “Oh boy! |
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I’d never say that!” |
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Then we got down to the truth of it |
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But they never printed that! |
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Just like Socrates, the man from Greece |
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Fell down on his knees |
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Said, Lord! Forgive them please |
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Forgive them please |
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And he spoke no more |
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And the cup spilled out on the editing floor |
