| Song | Sons Of |
| Artist | Scott Walker |
| Album | Five Easy Pieces |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Brel, Jouannest, Shuman | |
| Sons of the thief, sons of the saint | |
| Who is the child with no complaint | |
| Sons of the great or sons unknown | |
| All were children like your own | |
| The same sweet smiles, the same sad tears | |
| The cries at night, the nightmare fears | |
| Sons of the great or sons unknown | |
| All were children like your own... | |
| So long ago: long, long, ago... | |
| But sons of tycoons or sons of the farms | |
| All of the children ran from your arms | |
| Through fields of gold, through fields of ruin | |
| All of the children vanished too soon | |
| In tow'ring waves, in walls of flesh | |
| Among dying birds trembling with death | |
| Sons of tycoons or sons of the farms | |
| All of the children ran from your arms... | |
| So long ago: long, long, ago... | |
| But sons of your sons or sons passing by | |
| Children we lost in lullabies | |
| Sons of true love or sons of regret | |
| All of the sons you cannot forget | |
| Some built the roads, some wrote the poems | |
| Some went to war, some never came home | |
| Sons of your sons or sons passing by | |
| Children we lost in lullabies... | |
| So long ago: long, long, ago | |
| But, sons of the theif, sons of the saint | |
| Who is the child with no complaint | |
| Sons of the great or sons unknown | |
| All were children like your own | |
| The same sweet smiles, the same sad tears | |
| The cries at night, the nightmare fears | |
| Sons of the great or sons unknown | |
| All were children like your own... |
| zuo ci : Brel, Jouannest, Shuman | |
| Sons of the thief, sons of the saint | |
| Who is the child with no complaint | |
| Sons of the great or sons unknown | |
| All were children like your own | |
| The same sweet smiles, the same sad tears | |
| The cries at night, the nightmare fears | |
| Sons of the great or sons unknown | |
| All were children like your own... | |
| So long ago: long, long, ago... | |
| But sons of tycoons or sons of the farms | |
| All of the children ran from your arms | |
| Through fields of gold, through fields of ruin | |
| All of the children vanished too soon | |
| In tow' ring waves, in walls of flesh | |
| Among dying birds trembling with death | |
| Sons of tycoons or sons of the farms | |
| All of the children ran from your arms... | |
| So long ago: long, long, ago... | |
| But sons of your sons or sons passing by | |
| Children we lost in lullabies | |
| Sons of true love or sons of regret | |
| All of the sons you cannot forget | |
| Some built the roads, some wrote the poems | |
| Some went to war, some never came home | |
| Sons of your sons or sons passing by | |
| Children we lost in lullabies... | |
| So long ago: long, long, ago | |
| But, sons of the theif, sons of the saint | |
| Who is the child with no complaint | |
| Sons of the great or sons unknown | |
| All were children like your own | |
| The same sweet smiles, the same sad tears | |
| The cries at night, the nightmare fears | |
| Sons of the great or sons unknown | |
| All were children like your own... |
| zuò cí : Brel, Jouannest, Shuman | |
| Sons of the thief, sons of the saint | |
| Who is the child with no complaint | |
| Sons of the great or sons unknown | |
| All were children like your own | |
| The same sweet smiles, the same sad tears | |
| The cries at night, the nightmare fears | |
| Sons of the great or sons unknown | |
| All were children like your own... | |
| So long ago: long, long, ago... | |
| But sons of tycoons or sons of the farms | |
| All of the children ran from your arms | |
| Through fields of gold, through fields of ruin | |
| All of the children vanished too soon | |
| In tow' ring waves, in walls of flesh | |
| Among dying birds trembling with death | |
| Sons of tycoons or sons of the farms | |
| All of the children ran from your arms... | |
| So long ago: long, long, ago... | |
| But sons of your sons or sons passing by | |
| Children we lost in lullabies | |
| Sons of true love or sons of regret | |
| All of the sons you cannot forget | |
| Some built the roads, some wrote the poems | |
| Some went to war, some never came home | |
| Sons of your sons or sons passing by | |
| Children we lost in lullabies... | |
| So long ago: long, long, ago | |
| But, sons of the theif, sons of the saint | |
| Who is the child with no complaint | |
| Sons of the great or sons unknown | |
| All were children like your own | |
| The same sweet smiles, the same sad tears | |
| The cries at night, the nightmare fears | |
| Sons of the great or sons unknown | |
| All were children like your own... |