《Aqualung》歌词

[00:00:00] Aqualung - The Hit Co. (热歌公司)

[00:00:08] Sitting on a park bench

[00:00:12] Eyeing little girls with bad intent.

[00:00:22] Snot running down his nose

[00:00:26] Greasy fingers smearing

[00:00:28] Shabby clothes.

[00:00:36] Drying in the cold sun

[00:00:40] Watching as the frilly panties run.

[00:00:49] Feeling like a dead duck

[00:00:53] Spitting out pieces of

[00:00:55] His broken luck.

[00:01:04] Sun streaking cold

[00:01:07] An old man wandering lonely.

[00:01:11] Taking time

[00:01:13] The only way he knows.

[00:01:19] Leg hurting bad,

[00:01:22] As he bends to pick a dog-end

[00:01:27] He goes down to the bog

[00:01:30] And warms his feet.

[00:01:39] Feeling alone

[00:01:42] The army's up the rode

[00:01:46] Salvation a la mode and

[00:01:49] A cup of tea.

[00:01:55] Aqualung my friend

[00:01:58] Don't start away uneasy

[00:02:02] You poor old sod, you

[00:02:04] See, it's only me.

[00:02:15] Do you still remember

[00:02:16] December's foggy freeze

[00:02:19] When the ice that

[00:02:20] Clings on to your beard is

[00:02:22] Screaming agony.

[00:02:24] And you snatch your

[00:02:25] Rattling last breaths

[00:02:27] With deep-sea-diver sounds,

[00:02:29] And the flowers bloom like

[00:02:31] Madness in the spring.

[00:02:38] Sun streaking cold

[00:02:40] An old man wandering lonely.

[00:02:43] Taking time

[00:02:44] The only way he knows.

[00:02:49] Leg hurting bad,

[00:02:51] As he bends to pick a dog-end

[00:02:53] He goes down to the bog

[00:02:55] And warms his feet.

[00:03:02] Feeling alone

[00:03:04] The army's up the rode

[00:03:07] Salvation a la mode and

[00:03:09] A cup of tea.

[00:03:13] Aqualung my friend

[00:03:15] Don't start away uneasy

[00:03:17] You poor old sod, you

[00:03:19] See, it's only me.

[00:04:52] Aqualung my friend

[00:04:55] Don't start away uneasy

[00:04:59] You poor old sod, you

[00:05:01] See, it's only me.

[00:05:19] Sitting on a park bench

[00:05:23] Eyeing little girls with bad intent.

[00:05:33] Snot running down his nose

[00:05:37] Greasy fingers smearing

[00:05:39] Shabby clothes.

[00:05:47] Drying in the cold sun

[00:05:50] Watching as the frilly panties run.

[00:06:00] Feeling like a dead duck

[00:06:04] Spitting out pieces of

[00:06:06] His broken luck.