| Song | Dark Streets of London |
| Artist | The Pogues |
| Album | Red Roses for Me |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : MacGowan | |
| I like to walk in the summer breeze | |
| Down Dalling Road by the dead old trees | |
| And drink with my friends | |
| In the Hammersmith Broadway | |
| Dear dirty delightful old drunken old days | |
| Then the winter came down and I loved it so dearly | |
| The pubs and the bookies where you'd spend all your time | |
| And the old men that were singing | |
| "When The Roses Bloom Again" | |
| And turn like the leaves | |
| To a new summertime | |
| Now the winter comes down | |
| I can't stand the chill | |
| That comes to the streets around Christmas time | |
| And I'm buggered to damnation | |
| And I haven't got a penny | |
| To wander the dark streets of London | |
| And every time that I look on the first day of summer | |
| Takes me back to the place where they gave ECT | |
| And the drugged up psychos | |
| With death in their eyes | |
| And how all of this really | |
| Means nothing to me | |
| Now the winter comes down | |
| I can't stand the chill | |
| That comes to the streets around Christmas time | |
| And I'm buggered to damnation | |
| And I haven't got a penny | |
| To wander the dark streets of London | |
| And every time that I look on the first day of summer | |
| Takes me back to the place where they gave ECT | |
| And the drugged up psychos | |
| With death in their eyes | |
| And how all of this really | |
| Means nothing to me | |
| And now the winter comes down | |
| I can't stand the chill | |
| That comes to the streets around Christmas time | |
| And I'm buggered to damnation | |
| And I haven't got a penny | |
| To wander the dark streets of London | |
| To wander the dark streets of London | |
| To wander the dark streets of London |
| zuo ci : MacGowan | |
| I like to walk in the summer breeze | |
| Down Dalling Road by the dead old trees | |
| And drink with my friends | |
| In the Hammersmith Broadway | |
| Dear dirty delightful old drunken old days | |
| Then the winter came down and I loved it so dearly | |
| The pubs and the bookies where you' d spend all your time | |
| And the old men that were singing | |
| " When The Roses Bloom Again" | |
| And turn like the leaves | |
| To a new summertime | |
| Now the winter comes down | |
| I can' t stand the chill | |
| That comes to the streets around Christmas time | |
| And I' m buggered to damnation | |
| And I haven' t got a penny | |
| To wander the dark streets of London | |
| And every time that I look on the first day of summer | |
| Takes me back to the place where they gave ECT | |
| And the drugged up psychos | |
| With death in their eyes | |
| And how all of this really | |
| Means nothing to me | |
| Now the winter comes down | |
| I can' t stand the chill | |
| That comes to the streets around Christmas time | |
| And I' m buggered to damnation | |
| And I haven' t got a penny | |
| To wander the dark streets of London | |
| And every time that I look on the first day of summer | |
| Takes me back to the place where they gave ECT | |
| And the drugged up psychos | |
| With death in their eyes | |
| And how all of this really | |
| Means nothing to me | |
| And now the winter comes down | |
| I can' t stand the chill | |
| That comes to the streets around Christmas time | |
| And I' m buggered to damnation | |
| And I haven' t got a penny | |
| To wander the dark streets of London | |
| To wander the dark streets of London | |
| To wander the dark streets of London |
| zuò cí : MacGowan | |
| I like to walk in the summer breeze | |
| Down Dalling Road by the dead old trees | |
| And drink with my friends | |
| In the Hammersmith Broadway | |
| Dear dirty delightful old drunken old days | |
| Then the winter came down and I loved it so dearly | |
| The pubs and the bookies where you' d spend all your time | |
| And the old men that were singing | |
| " When The Roses Bloom Again" | |
| And turn like the leaves | |
| To a new summertime | |
| Now the winter comes down | |
| I can' t stand the chill | |
| That comes to the streets around Christmas time | |
| And I' m buggered to damnation | |
| And I haven' t got a penny | |
| To wander the dark streets of London | |
| And every time that I look on the first day of summer | |
| Takes me back to the place where they gave ECT | |
| And the drugged up psychos | |
| With death in their eyes | |
| And how all of this really | |
| Means nothing to me | |
| Now the winter comes down | |
| I can' t stand the chill | |
| That comes to the streets around Christmas time | |
| And I' m buggered to damnation | |
| And I haven' t got a penny | |
| To wander the dark streets of London | |
| And every time that I look on the first day of summer | |
| Takes me back to the place where they gave ECT | |
| And the drugged up psychos | |
| With death in their eyes | |
| And how all of this really | |
| Means nothing to me | |
| And now the winter comes down | |
| I can' t stand the chill | |
| That comes to the streets around Christmas time | |
| And I' m buggered to damnation | |
| And I haven' t got a penny | |
| To wander the dark streets of London | |
| To wander the dark streets of London | |
| To wander the dark streets of London |