Sultans of Swing

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	歌曲名:Sultans Of Swing
	歌手:Mark Knopfler
	专辑:Dire Straits - Sultans Of Swing
	You get a shiver in the dark
	It's raining in the park but meantime
	South of the river you stop and you hold everything
	A band is blowing Dixie double four time
	You feel alright when you hear that music ring
	You step inside but you don't see too many faces
	Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
	Too much competition too many other places
	But not too many horns can make that sound
	Way on downsouth way on downsouth London town
	You check out Guitar George he knows all the chords
	Mind he's strictly rhythm he doesn't want to make it cry or sing
	And an old guitar is all he can afford
	When he gets up under the lights to play his thing
	And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
	He's got a daytime job he's doing alright
	He can play honky tonk just like anything
	Saving it up for Friday night
	With the Sultans with the Sultans of Swing
	And a crowd of young boys they're fooling around in the corner
	Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
	They don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band
	It ain't what they call rock and roll
	And the Sultans played Creole
	And the man he steps right up to the microphone
	And says at last just as the time bell rings
	'Thank you goodnight now it's time to go home'
	And he makes it fast with one more thing
	'We are the Sultans of Swing'

	zuò cí : wú
	zuò qǔ : wú
	gē qǔ míng: Sultans Of Swing
	gē shǒu: Mark Knopfler
	zhuān jí: Dire Straits Sultans Of Swing
	You get a shiver in the dark
	It' s raining in the park but meantime
	South of the river you stop and you hold everything
	A band is blowing Dixie double four time
	You feel alright when you hear that music ring
	You step inside but you don' t see too many faces
	Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
	Too much competition too many other places
	But not too many horns can make that sound
	Way on downsouth way on downsouth London town
	You check out Guitar George he knows all the chords
	Mind he' s strictly rhythm he doesn' t want to make it cry or sing
	And an old guitar is all he can afford
	When he gets up under the lights to play his thing
	And Harry doesn' t mind if he doesn' t make the scene
	He' s got a daytime job he' s doing alright
	He can play honky tonk just like anything
	Saving it up for Friday night
	With the Sultans with the Sultans of Swing
	And a crowd of young boys they' re fooling around in the corner
	Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
	They don' t give a damn about any trumpet playing band
	It ain' t what they call rock and roll
	And the Sultans played Creole
	And the man he steps right up to the microphone
	And says at last just as the time bell rings
	' Thank you goodnight now it' s time to go home'
	And he makes it fast with one more thing
	' We are the Sultans of Swing'