| Song | Two Halves |
| Artist | Richard Dawson |
| Album | Two Halves |
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| [00:00.00] | 作词 : Richard Dawson |
| [00:01.00] | 作曲 : Richard Dawson |
| [00:35.61] | Bellowing instructions from the touchline, that's my dad, |
| [00:40.05] | Purple in the face, getting really mad |
| [00:43.53] | Man on! Man on! |
| [00:43.86] | An empty stadium yells 'man on' |
| [00:58.89] | Come on! Come on! |
| [00:59.19] | The cross goes sailing wildly over the heads of everyone |
| [01:01.14] | "Stop fannying around! |
| [01:13.23] | Keep it nice and simple |
| [01:23.52] | You're not Lionel Messi, |
| [01:24.00] | just pass the bloody ball!" |
| [01:53.46] | Perhaps we were expecting |
| [01:57.66] | this to be a walk in the park |
| [02:01.95] | but these bastards from King's Priory |
| [02:05.55] | are kicking lumps out of us |
| [02:44.85] | Their left back slips taking a freekick |
| [02:45.87] | It trickles over the mud straight to me |
| [02:46.68] | In desperation he scrambles and slides |
| [02:50.01] | I leap his flailing leg and dink it over the sprawled body of the goalie |
| [02:54.54] | The net is gaping |
| [02:54.90] | The ball takes a bobble and I slice wide |
| [03:02.31] | of the mark... everything goes quiet, |
| [03:05.85] | staring into the red dark of my palms |
| [03:26.73] | They launch a long ball into our box |
| [03:32.97] | Suddenly we find ourselves with a corner to defend |
| [04:01.53] | I am on the near-post |
| [04:01.98] | Somehow it gets bundled underneath my feet |
| [04:04.05] | At the final whistle I am inconsolable |
| [04:13.35] | Man on, man on |
| [04:13.65] | I reckon dad is really disappointed with me |
| [04:22.83] | Come on, come on |
| [04:23.13] | He tries his best to not show how he really feels |
| [04:29.13] | In the car home he says, “Dust yourself down, move on to next week's game |
| [04:41.40] | Shall we pick up a Chinese? Or would you rather fish and chips?” |
| [00:00.00] | zuo ci : Richard Dawson |
| [00:01.00] | zuo qu : Richard Dawson |
| [00:35.61] | Bellowing instructions from the touchline, that' s my dad, |
| [00:40.05] | Purple in the face, getting really mad |
| [00:43.53] | Man on! Man on! |
| [00:43.86] | An empty stadium yells ' man on' |
| [00:58.89] | Come on! Come on! |
| [00:59.19] | The cross goes sailing wildly over the heads of everyone |
| [01:01.14] | " Stop fannying around! |
| [01:13.23] | Keep it nice and simple |
| [01:23.52] | You' re not Lionel Messi, |
| [01:24.00] | just pass the bloody ball!" |
| [01:53.46] | Perhaps we were expecting |
| [01:57.66] | this to be a walk in the park |
| [02:01.95] | but these bastards from King' s Priory |
| [02:05.55] | are kicking lumps out of us |
| [02:44.85] | Their left back slips taking a freekick |
| [02:45.87] | It trickles over the mud straight to me |
| [02:46.68] | In desperation he scrambles and slides |
| [02:50.01] | I leap his flailing leg and dink it over the sprawled body of the goalie |
| [02:54.54] | The net is gaping |
| [02:54.90] | The ball takes a bobble and I slice wide |
| [03:02.31] | of the mark... everything goes quiet, |
| [03:05.85] | staring into the red dark of my palms |
| [03:26.73] | They launch a long ball into our box |
| [03:32.97] | Suddenly we find ourselves with a corner to defend |
| [04:01.53] | I am on the nearpost |
| [04:01.98] | Somehow it gets bundled underneath my feet |
| [04:04.05] | At the final whistle I am inconsolable |
| [04:13.35] | Man on, man on |
| [04:13.65] | I reckon dad is really disappointed with me |
| [04:22.83] | Come on, come on |
| [04:23.13] | He tries his best to not show how he really feels |
| [04:29.13] | In the car home he says, " Dust yourself down, move on to next week' s game |
| [04:41.40] | Shall we pick up a Chinese? Or would you rather fish and chips?" |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : Richard Dawson |
| [00:01.00] | zuò qǔ : Richard Dawson |
| [00:35.61] | Bellowing instructions from the touchline, that' s my dad, |
| [00:40.05] | Purple in the face, getting really mad |
| [00:43.53] | Man on! Man on! |
| [00:43.86] | An empty stadium yells ' man on' |
| [00:58.89] | Come on! Come on! |
| [00:59.19] | The cross goes sailing wildly over the heads of everyone |
| [01:01.14] | " Stop fannying around! |
| [01:13.23] | Keep it nice and simple |
| [01:23.52] | You' re not Lionel Messi, |
| [01:24.00] | just pass the bloody ball!" |
| [01:53.46] | Perhaps we were expecting |
| [01:57.66] | this to be a walk in the park |
| [02:01.95] | but these bastards from King' s Priory |
| [02:05.55] | are kicking lumps out of us |
| [02:44.85] | Their left back slips taking a freekick |
| [02:45.87] | It trickles over the mud straight to me |
| [02:46.68] | In desperation he scrambles and slides |
| [02:50.01] | I leap his flailing leg and dink it over the sprawled body of the goalie |
| [02:54.54] | The net is gaping |
| [02:54.90] | The ball takes a bobble and I slice wide |
| [03:02.31] | of the mark... everything goes quiet, |
| [03:05.85] | staring into the red dark of my palms |
| [03:26.73] | They launch a long ball into our box |
| [03:32.97] | Suddenly we find ourselves with a corner to defend |
| [04:01.53] | I am on the nearpost |
| [04:01.98] | Somehow it gets bundled underneath my feet |
| [04:04.05] | At the final whistle I am inconsolable |
| [04:13.35] | Man on, man on |
| [04:13.65] | I reckon dad is really disappointed with me |
| [04:22.83] | Come on, come on |
| [04:23.13] | He tries his best to not show how he really feels |
| [04:29.13] | In the car home he says, " Dust yourself down, move on to next week' s game |
| [04:41.40] | Shall we pick up a Chinese? Or would you rather fish and chips?" |