| Song | Broke Again |
| Artist | Little River Band |
| Album | Diamantina Cocktail |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Britles, Goble | |
| Whoh, I'm broke again, | |
| Blew my money on the smell of gin, | |
| Whoh, here I go again, | |
| Fallin' down on the same old sin. | |
| Oh I know, I know, I know I'm wrong, | |
| And I know, I know I know I'm gone. | |
| If I don't change my ways, | |
| I'm livin' by numbered days, | |
| It can never last, | |
| My life is disappearing fast. | |
| But each day I live some more, | |
| Missin' my baby so, | |
| Pushin' myself to skid row, | |
| It's not much further, I know. | |
| And if I saw her face, | |
| I'd feel so out of place, | |
| Wouldn't know what to say, | |
| I'd have to look the other way. | |
| I'm down on my luck again, | |
| Just can't smile and pretend, | |
| Really a broken man. | |
| Whoh, I'm broke again, | |
| I blew my money on the smell of gin, | |
| Whoh, here I go again, | |
| Fallin' down on the same old sin. | |
| Whoh, I'm broke again, | |
| Blew my money, now I'm broke again, | |
| Whoh, I'm broke again, | |
| Blew my money, now I'm broke again. |
| zuo ci : Britles, Goble | |
| Whoh, I' m broke again, | |
| Blew my money on the smell of gin, | |
| Whoh, here I go again, | |
| Fallin' down on the same old sin. | |
| Oh I know, I know, I know I' m wrong, | |
| And I know, I know I know I' m gone. | |
| If I don' t change my ways, | |
| I' m livin' by numbered days, | |
| It can never last, | |
| My life is disappearing fast. | |
| But each day I live some more, | |
| Missin' my baby so, | |
| Pushin' myself to skid row, | |
| It' s not much further, I know. | |
| And if I saw her face, | |
| I' d feel so out of place, | |
| Wouldn' t know what to say, | |
| I' d have to look the other way. | |
| I' m down on my luck again, | |
| Just can' t smile and pretend, | |
| Really a broken man. | |
| Whoh, I' m broke again, | |
| I blew my money on the smell of gin, | |
| Whoh, here I go again, | |
| Fallin' down on the same old sin. | |
| Whoh, I' m broke again, | |
| Blew my money, now I' m broke again, | |
| Whoh, I' m broke again, | |
| Blew my money, now I' m broke again. |
| zuò cí : Britles, Goble | |
| Whoh, I' m broke again, | |
| Blew my money on the smell of gin, | |
| Whoh, here I go again, | |
| Fallin' down on the same old sin. | |
| Oh I know, I know, I know I' m wrong, | |
| And I know, I know I know I' m gone. | |
| If I don' t change my ways, | |
| I' m livin' by numbered days, | |
| It can never last, | |
| My life is disappearing fast. | |
| But each day I live some more, | |
| Missin' my baby so, | |
| Pushin' myself to skid row, | |
| It' s not much further, I know. | |
| And if I saw her face, | |
| I' d feel so out of place, | |
| Wouldn' t know what to say, | |
| I' d have to look the other way. | |
| I' m down on my luck again, | |
| Just can' t smile and pretend, | |
| Really a broken man. | |
| Whoh, I' m broke again, | |
| I blew my money on the smell of gin, | |
| Whoh, here I go again, | |
| Fallin' down on the same old sin. | |
| Whoh, I' m broke again, | |
| Blew my money, now I' m broke again, | |
| Whoh, I' m broke again, | |
| Blew my money, now I' m broke again. |