| Song | Too Old to Rock 'N' Roll: Too Young to Die |
| Artist | Jethro Tull |
| Album | Too Old to Rock 'N' Roll: Too Young to Die! |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.000] | 作词 : Anderson |
| [00:17.20] | The old rocker wore his hair too long |
| [00:23.48] | Wore his trouser cuffs too tight |
| [00:29.92] | Unfashionable to the end - drank his ale too light |
| [00:42.58] | Death's head belt buckle - yesterday's dreams |
| [00:48.64] | The transport caf' prophet of doom |
| [00:55.04] | Ringing no change in his double-sewn seams |
| [01:01.44] | In his post-war-babe gloom |
| [01:06.79] | Now he's too old to rock 'n' roll |
| [01:14.70] | But he's too young to die |
| [01:20.44] | |
| [01:35.00] | He once owned a Harley Davidson and a Triumph Bonneville |
| [01:47.47] | Counted his friends in burned-out spark plugs |
| [01:54.33] | And prays that he always will |
| [01:59.87] | But he's the last of the blue blood greaser boys |
| [02:06.68] | All of his mates are doing time |
| [02:13.19] | Married with three kids up by the ring road |
| [02:19.72] | Sold their souls straight down the line |
| [02:26.27] | And some of them own little sports cars |
| [02:32.71] | And meet at the tennis club do's |
| [02:39.31] | For drinks on a Sunday, work on Monday |
| [02:45.69] | They've thrown away their blue suede shoes |
| [02:50.92] | Now they're too old to rock 'n' roll |
| [02:58.74] | And they're too young to die |
| [03:16.26] | |
| [03:34.78] | So the old rocker gets out his bike |
| [03:41.38] | To make a ton before he takes his leave |
| [03:47.97] | Up on the A1 by Scotch Corner |
| [03:54.45] | Just like it used to be |
| [04:00.87] | And as he flies, tears in his eyes |
| [04:06.94] | His wind-whipped words echo the final take |
| [04:13.52] | And he hits the trunk road doing around 120 |
| [04:20.26] | With no room left to brake |
| [04:25.26] | And he was too old to rock 'n' roll |
| [04:33.83] | But he was too young to die |
| [04:51.88] | No, you're never too old to rock 'n' roll |
| [05:00.19] | If you're too young to die |
| [05:23.27] | |
| [05:23.83] |
| [00:00.000] | zuo ci : Anderson |
| [00:17.20] | The old rocker wore his hair too long |
| [00:23.48] | Wore his trouser cuffs too tight |
| [00:29.92] | Unfashionable to the end drank his ale too light |
| [00:42.58] | Death' s head belt buckle yesterday' s dreams |
| [00:48.64] | The transport caf' prophet of doom |
| [00:55.04] | Ringing no change in his doublesewn seams |
| [01:01.44] | In his postwarbabe gloom |
| [01:06.79] | Now he' s too old to rock ' n' roll |
| [01:14.70] | But he' s too young to die |
| [01:20.44] | |
| [01:35.00] | He once owned a Harley Davidson and a Triumph Bonneville |
| [01:47.47] | Counted his friends in burnedout spark plugs |
| [01:54.33] | And prays that he always will |
| [01:59.87] | But he' s the last of the blue blood greaser boys |
| [02:06.68] | All of his mates are doing time |
| [02:13.19] | Married with three kids up by the ring road |
| [02:19.72] | Sold their souls straight down the line |
| [02:26.27] | And some of them own little sports cars |
| [02:32.71] | And meet at the tennis club do' s |
| [02:39.31] | For drinks on a Sunday, work on Monday |
| [02:45.69] | They' ve thrown away their blue suede shoes |
| [02:50.92] | Now they' re too old to rock ' n' roll |
| [02:58.74] | And they' re too young to die |
| [03:16.26] | |
| [03:34.78] | So the old rocker gets out his bike |
| [03:41.38] | To make a ton before he takes his leave |
| [03:47.97] | Up on the A1 by Scotch Corner |
| [03:54.45] | Just like it used to be |
| [04:00.87] | And as he flies, tears in his eyes |
| [04:06.94] | His windwhipped words echo the final take |
| [04:13.52] | And he hits the trunk road doing around 120 |
| [04:20.26] | With no room left to brake |
| [04:25.26] | And he was too old to rock ' n' roll |
| [04:33.83] | But he was too young to die |
| [04:51.88] | No, you' re never too old to rock ' n' roll |
| [05:00.19] | If you' re too young to die |
| [05:23.27] | |
| [05:23.83] |
| [00:00.000] | zuò cí : Anderson |
| [00:17.20] | The old rocker wore his hair too long |
| [00:23.48] | Wore his trouser cuffs too tight |
| [00:29.92] | Unfashionable to the end drank his ale too light |
| [00:42.58] | Death' s head belt buckle yesterday' s dreams |
| [00:48.64] | The transport caf' prophet of doom |
| [00:55.04] | Ringing no change in his doublesewn seams |
| [01:01.44] | In his postwarbabe gloom |
| [01:06.79] | Now he' s too old to rock ' n' roll |
| [01:14.70] | But he' s too young to die |
| [01:20.44] | |
| [01:35.00] | He once owned a Harley Davidson and a Triumph Bonneville |
| [01:47.47] | Counted his friends in burnedout spark plugs |
| [01:54.33] | And prays that he always will |
| [01:59.87] | But he' s the last of the blue blood greaser boys |
| [02:06.68] | All of his mates are doing time |
| [02:13.19] | Married with three kids up by the ring road |
| [02:19.72] | Sold their souls straight down the line |
| [02:26.27] | And some of them own little sports cars |
| [02:32.71] | And meet at the tennis club do' s |
| [02:39.31] | For drinks on a Sunday, work on Monday |
| [02:45.69] | They' ve thrown away their blue suede shoes |
| [02:50.92] | Now they' re too old to rock ' n' roll |
| [02:58.74] | And they' re too young to die |
| [03:16.26] | |
| [03:34.78] | So the old rocker gets out his bike |
| [03:41.38] | To make a ton before he takes his leave |
| [03:47.97] | Up on the A1 by Scotch Corner |
| [03:54.45] | Just like it used to be |
| [04:00.87] | And as he flies, tears in his eyes |
| [04:06.94] | His windwhipped words echo the final take |
| [04:13.52] | And he hits the trunk road doing around 120 |
| [04:20.26] | With no room left to brake |
| [04:25.26] | And he was too old to rock ' n' roll |
| [04:33.83] | But he was too young to die |
| [04:51.88] | No, you' re never too old to rock ' n' roll |
| [05:00.19] | If you' re too young to die |
| [05:23.27] | |
| [05:23.83] |