[00:00.00] 作词 : a harlot
[00:00.48] 作曲 : a harlot
[00:00.96][02:26.84]Once I slept on a feather bed
[00:02.94][02:31.31]with blankets woven warm
[00:05.76]Now I'm glad to lay my head
[00:08.07]On a cloak that's old and torn
[00:10.75]So sing with me a merry catch
[00:13.32]As summer days will come
[00:15.43]My love, he is a soldier boy.
[00:17.76]So I'm following the drum.
[00:21.46]With a pat-a-pat-a-tat
[00:23.39]And a rattle and a scrat
[00:25.87]And the beat of a marching song
[00:31.17]I'm ragged and I'm worn and my hose are torn.
[00:47.18][(-Do you need a ride?
[00:49.31]My offer still stand.
[00:50.58]Like I said, first one for free.
[00:53.04]-Think like a whore.
[00:54.85]How much can you get?
[00:57.86]-A guinea.
[01:00.34]-For what?
[01:02.65]Sell me your charms.
[01:03.89]-I offer you love.
[01:04.86]-Then you're a fool.
[01:07.59]For a harlot, that doesn't exist.
[01:12.89]-Then I have nothing.
[01:15.97]Hunger in my stomach and a mouth full of breeze.
[01:24.23]-Here's tuppence.
[01:27.04]-What's that for?
[01:30.51]-Your company. )
[01:31.79]I'm lame and tired before my time
[01:35.61]And still I follow him along
[01:39.61]Oh, I lame and tired
[01:42.28]But still I smile
[01:46.47]And so I follow him...
[01:53.25](-I want your forgiveness.
[01:59.73] -Eight shillings. )
[02:09.47](-This city is made of our flesh,
[02:13.82] every beam, every brick.
[02:21.26] We'll have our piece of it.)
作词 : a harlot
作曲 : a harlot
Once I slept on a feather bed
with blankets woven warm
Now I'm glad to lay my head
On a cloak that's old and torn
So sing with me a merry catch
As summer days will come
My love, he is a soldier boy.
So I'm following the drum.
With a pat-a-pat-a-tat
And a rattle and a scrat
And the beat of a marching song
I'm ragged and I'm worn and my hose are torn.
[(-Do you need a ride?
My offer still stand.
Like I said, first one for free.
-Think like a whore.
How much can you get?
-A guinea.
-For what?
Sell me your charms.
-I offer you love.
-Then you're a fool.
For a harlot, that doesn't exist.
-Then I have nothing.
Hunger in my stomach and a mouth full of breeze.
-Here's tuppence.
-What's that for?
-Your company. )
I'm lame and tired before my time
And still I follow him along
Oh, I lame and tired
But still I smile
And so I follow him...
(-I want your forgiveness.
-Eight shillings. )
(-This city is made of our flesh,
every beam, every brick.
We'll have our piece of it.)