| Song | A Cautionary Song - normal |
| Artist | The Decemberists |
| Album | Castaways and Cutouts |
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| [00:00.00] | 作曲 : Meloy |
| [00:10.65] | There's a place your mother goes |
| [00:12.94] | When everybody else is soundly sleeping |
| [00:20.31] | Through the lights of Beacon Street |
| [00:22.97] | And if you listen, you can hear her weeping |
| [00:27.66] | She's weeping |
| [00:31.90] | 'Cause the gentlemen are calling |
| [00:34.81] | And the snow is softly falling on her petticoat |
| [00:41.67] | And she's standing in the harbor |
| [00:44.76] | And she's waiting for the sailors in the jolly boat |
| [00:49.83] | See how they approach |
| [00:55.07] | With dirty hands and trousers torn |
| [00:57.35] | They grapple till she's safe within their keeping |
| [01:04.63] | A gag is placed between her lips |
| [01:07.07] | To keep her sorry tongue from any speaking |
| [01:11.96] | Or screaming |
| [01:15.94] | And they row her out to packets |
| [01:19.18] | Where the sailors' sorry racket falls for maidenhead |
| [01:25.60] | And she's scarce above the gunwales |
| [01:28.74] | When her clothes fall to a bundle and she's laid in bed |
| [01:33.72] | On the upper deck |
| [01:57.83] | And so she goes from ship to ship |
| [02:01.16] | Her ankles clasped, her arms so rudely pinioned |
| [02:08.85] | 'Till at last she's satisfied |
| [02:11.35] | The lot of the marina's teeming minions |
| [02:15.74] | In their opinions |
| [02:20.37] | And they tell her not to say a thing |
| [02:23.71] | To cousin, kindred, kith or kin or she'll end up dead |
| [02:30.19] | And they throw her thirty dollars |
| [02:33.29] | And return her to the harbor where she goes to bed |
| [02:37.89] | And this is how you're fed |
| [02:42.33] | So be kind to your mother |
| [02:48.01] | Though she may seem an awful bother |
| [02:53.14] | And the next time she tries to feed you collard greens |
| [03:02.75] | Remember what she does when you're asleep |
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| [00:00.00] | zuo qu : Meloy |
| [00:10.65] | There' s a place your mother goes |
| [00:12.94] | When everybody else is soundly sleeping |
| [00:20.31] | Through the lights of Beacon Street |
| [00:22.97] | And if you listen, you can hear her weeping |
| [00:27.66] | She' s weeping |
| [00:31.90] | ' Cause the gentlemen are calling |
| [00:34.81] | And the snow is softly falling on her petticoat |
| [00:41.67] | And she' s standing in the harbor |
| [00:44.76] | And she' s waiting for the sailors in the jolly boat |
| [00:49.83] | See how they approach |
| [00:55.07] | With dirty hands and trousers torn |
| [00:57.35] | They grapple till she' s safe within their keeping |
| [01:04.63] | A gag is placed between her lips |
| [01:07.07] | To keep her sorry tongue from any speaking |
| [01:11.96] | Or screaming |
| [01:15.94] | And they row her out to packets |
| [01:19.18] | Where the sailors' sorry racket falls for maidenhead |
| [01:25.60] | And she' s scarce above the gunwales |
| [01:28.74] | When her clothes fall to a bundle and she' s laid in bed |
| [01:33.72] | On the upper deck |
| [01:57.83] | And so she goes from ship to ship |
| [02:01.16] | Her ankles clasped, her arms so rudely pinioned |
| [02:08.85] | ' Till at last she' s satisfied |
| [02:11.35] | The lot of the marina' s teeming minions |
| [02:15.74] | In their opinions |
| [02:20.37] | And they tell her not to say a thing |
| [02:23.71] | To cousin, kindred, kith or kin or she' ll end up dead |
| [02:30.19] | And they throw her thirty dollars |
| [02:33.29] | And return her to the harbor where she goes to bed |
| [02:37.89] | And this is how you' re fed |
| [02:42.33] | So be kind to your mother |
| [02:48.01] | Though she may seem an awful bother |
| [02:53.14] | And the next time she tries to feed you collard greens |
| [03:02.75] | Remember what she does when you' re asleep |
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| [00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Meloy |
| [00:10.65] | There' s a place your mother goes |
| [00:12.94] | When everybody else is soundly sleeping |
| [00:20.31] | Through the lights of Beacon Street |
| [00:22.97] | And if you listen, you can hear her weeping |
| [00:27.66] | She' s weeping |
| [00:31.90] | ' Cause the gentlemen are calling |
| [00:34.81] | And the snow is softly falling on her petticoat |
| [00:41.67] | And she' s standing in the harbor |
| [00:44.76] | And she' s waiting for the sailors in the jolly boat |
| [00:49.83] | See how they approach |
| [00:55.07] | With dirty hands and trousers torn |
| [00:57.35] | They grapple till she' s safe within their keeping |
| [01:04.63] | A gag is placed between her lips |
| [01:07.07] | To keep her sorry tongue from any speaking |
| [01:11.96] | Or screaming |
| [01:15.94] | And they row her out to packets |
| [01:19.18] | Where the sailors' sorry racket falls for maidenhead |
| [01:25.60] | And she' s scarce above the gunwales |
| [01:28.74] | When her clothes fall to a bundle and she' s laid in bed |
| [01:33.72] | On the upper deck |
| [01:57.83] | And so she goes from ship to ship |
| [02:01.16] | Her ankles clasped, her arms so rudely pinioned |
| [02:08.85] | ' Till at last she' s satisfied |
| [02:11.35] | The lot of the marina' s teeming minions |
| [02:15.74] | In their opinions |
| [02:20.37] | And they tell her not to say a thing |
| [02:23.71] | To cousin, kindred, kith or kin or she' ll end up dead |
| [02:30.19] | And they throw her thirty dollars |
| [02:33.29] | And return her to the harbor where she goes to bed |
| [02:37.89] | And this is how you' re fed |
| [02:42.33] | So be kind to your mother |
| [02:48.01] | Though she may seem an awful bother |
| [02:53.14] | And the next time she tries to feed you collard greens |
| [03:02.75] | Remember what she does when you' re asleep |