| Song | Towers Of London |
| Artist | XTC |
| Album | The Compact XTC |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Partridge | |
| Towers of London | |
| when they had built you | |
| did you watch over the men who fell | |
| Towers of London | |
| when they had built you | |
| Victoria's gem found in somebody's hell | |
| Pavements of gold leading to the underground | |
| Grenadier Guardsmen walking pretty ladies around | |
| fog is the sweat of the never never navvies who pound | |
| spikes in the rails to their very own heaven | |
| Bridges of muscles spanning so long and high | |
| merchants from Stepney walking pretty ladies by | |
| rain is the tears of the never never navvies who cry | |
| for the bridge that doesn't go | |
| in the direction of Dublin | |
| And I've seen it in a painting | |
| and I've seen it in engraving | |
| and I've seen it in their faces | |
| clear as children's chalk lines on the paving | |
| Towers of London | |
| la la Londinium. |
| zuo ci : Partridge | |
| Towers of London | |
| when they had built you | |
| did you watch over the men who fell | |
| Towers of London | |
| when they had built you | |
| Victoria' s gem found in somebody' s hell | |
| Pavements of gold leading to the underground | |
| Grenadier Guardsmen walking pretty ladies around | |
| fog is the sweat of the never never navvies who pound | |
| spikes in the rails to their very own heaven | |
| Bridges of muscles spanning so long and high | |
| merchants from Stepney walking pretty ladies by | |
| rain is the tears of the never never navvies who cry | |
| for the bridge that doesn' t go | |
| in the direction of Dublin | |
| And I' ve seen it in a painting | |
| and I' ve seen it in engraving | |
| and I' ve seen it in their faces | |
| clear as children' s chalk lines on the paving | |
| Towers of London | |
| la la Londinium. |
| zuò cí : Partridge | |
| Towers of London | |
| when they had built you | |
| did you watch over the men who fell | |
| Towers of London | |
| when they had built you | |
| Victoria' s gem found in somebody' s hell | |
| Pavements of gold leading to the underground | |
| Grenadier Guardsmen walking pretty ladies around | |
| fog is the sweat of the never never navvies who pound | |
| spikes in the rails to their very own heaven | |
| Bridges of muscles spanning so long and high | |
| merchants from Stepney walking pretty ladies by | |
| rain is the tears of the never never navvies who cry | |
| for the bridge that doesn' t go | |
| in the direction of Dublin | |
| And I' ve seen it in a painting | |
| and I' ve seen it in engraving | |
| and I' ve seen it in their faces | |
| clear as children' s chalk lines on the paving | |
| Towers of London | |
| la la Londinium. |