| Song | The Blonde Waltz |
| Artist | The Charlatans |
| Album | Us And Us Only |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Timothy Allan Burgess & Martin Victor Blunt & Jonathan Thomas Brookes & Mark Vincent Col | |
| 作词 : Blunt, Brookes, Burgess ... | |
| Oh! My love my darling young son | |
| All we need is a hungry council | |
| Clean living it's all here in your home | |
| Wouldn't it be nice to get away. | |
| Shout! Morning how are you today, my hands are blazing | |
| My arms are broken | |
| I looked you up, | |
| I read your book | |
| I held you up, | |
| I kept you good | |
| I guess I didn't really take a look | |
| I guess I'm your man | |
| Oh! My love be quiet and be quick | |
| I found a house to live (keep out the weather) | |
| I'm blind and | |
| I'm sick I heard the sound of thunder | |
| In the place where all the poets sing | |
| I couldn't get out, | |
| I couldn't get in | |
| I'm hearing you, | |
| I'm hearing you | |
| I looked up, | |
| I found God (love) | |
| I couldn't see | |
| I'll soon be 33 | |
| I guess I didn't really want to see | |
| I guess I'm your man | |
| Oh Lord I feel my footsteps go on | |
| All we need is a loving council to keep living | |
| And I'll keep moving on ? | |
| I'll keep my guard | |
| And (Buy) another farm find a hospital | |
| To fix a broken arm | |
| Be a pedigree | |
| On a higher ground ?come with me come with me | |
| I've been run on, been walked on, been spat on, been whispered to | |
| I guess I didn't mean to hurt you | |
| I too often try not to think about it, build myself a ship and then | |
| Destroy it? | |
| I always have to check | |
| To see if | |
| I'm still breathing | |
| Oh! My love | |
| My darling young son | |
| Go rest your weary head | |
| And I will pray for good to come | |
| Wouldn't it be nice to get away | |
| Shout (good) morning how are you today | |
| My hands are blazing my arms are broken | |
| I took you up, | |
| I read your book | |
| I looked you up, | |
| I kept you good | |
| I guess I didn't really take a look | |
| I guess I'm your man | |
| I guess I'm your man |
| zuo qu : Timothy Allan Burgess Martin Victor Blunt Jonathan Thomas Brookes Mark Vincent Col | |
| zuo ci : Blunt, Brookes, Burgess ... | |
| Oh! My love my darling young son | |
| All we need is a hungry council | |
| Clean living it' s all here in your home | |
| Wouldn' t it be nice to get away. | |
| Shout! Morning how are you today, my hands are blazing | |
| My arms are broken | |
| I looked you up, | |
| I read your book | |
| I held you up, | |
| I kept you good | |
| I guess I didn' t really take a look | |
| I guess I' m your man | |
| Oh! My love be quiet and be quick | |
| I found a house to live keep out the weather | |
| I' m blind and | |
| I' m sick I heard the sound of thunder | |
| In the place where all the poets sing | |
| I couldn' t get out, | |
| I couldn' t get in | |
| I' m hearing you, | |
| I' m hearing you | |
| I looked up, | |
| I found God love | |
| I couldn' t see | |
| I' ll soon be 33 | |
| I guess I didn' t really want to see | |
| I guess I' m your man | |
| Oh Lord I feel my footsteps go on | |
| All we need is a loving council to keep living | |
| And I' ll keep moving on ? | |
| I' ll keep my guard | |
| And Buy another farm find a hospital | |
| To fix a broken arm | |
| Be a pedigree | |
| On a higher ground ? come with me come with me | |
| I' ve been run on, been walked on, been spat on, been whispered to | |
| I guess I didn' t mean to hurt you | |
| I too often try not to think about it, build myself a ship and then | |
| Destroy it? | |
| I always have to check | |
| To see if | |
| I' m still breathing | |
| Oh! My love | |
| My darling young son | |
| Go rest your weary head | |
| And I will pray for good to come | |
| Wouldn' t it be nice to get away | |
| Shout good morning how are you today | |
| My hands are blazing my arms are broken | |
| I took you up, | |
| I read your book | |
| I looked you up, | |
| I kept you good | |
| I guess I didn' t really take a look | |
| I guess I' m your man | |
| I guess I' m your man |
| zuò qǔ : Timothy Allan Burgess Martin Victor Blunt Jonathan Thomas Brookes Mark Vincent Col | |
| zuò cí : Blunt, Brookes, Burgess ... | |
| Oh! My love my darling young son | |
| All we need is a hungry council | |
| Clean living it' s all here in your home | |
| Wouldn' t it be nice to get away. | |
| Shout! Morning how are you today, my hands are blazing | |
| My arms are broken | |
| I looked you up, | |
| I read your book | |
| I held you up, | |
| I kept you good | |
| I guess I didn' t really take a look | |
| I guess I' m your man | |
| Oh! My love be quiet and be quick | |
| I found a house to live keep out the weather | |
| I' m blind and | |
| I' m sick I heard the sound of thunder | |
| In the place where all the poets sing | |
| I couldn' t get out, | |
| I couldn' t get in | |
| I' m hearing you, | |
| I' m hearing you | |
| I looked up, | |
| I found God love | |
| I couldn' t see | |
| I' ll soon be 33 | |
| I guess I didn' t really want to see | |
| I guess I' m your man | |
| Oh Lord I feel my footsteps go on | |
| All we need is a loving council to keep living | |
| And I' ll keep moving on ? | |
| I' ll keep my guard | |
| And Buy another farm find a hospital | |
| To fix a broken arm | |
| Be a pedigree | |
| On a higher ground ? come with me come with me | |
| I' ve been run on, been walked on, been spat on, been whispered to | |
| I guess I didn' t mean to hurt you | |
| I too often try not to think about it, build myself a ship and then | |
| Destroy it? | |
| I always have to check | |
| To see if | |
| I' m still breathing | |
| Oh! My love | |
| My darling young son | |
| Go rest your weary head | |
| And I will pray for good to come | |
| Wouldn' t it be nice to get away | |
| Shout good morning how are you today | |
| My hands are blazing my arms are broken | |
| I took you up, | |
| I read your book | |
| I looked you up, | |
| I kept you good | |
| I guess I didn' t really take a look | |
| I guess I' m your man | |
| I guess I' m your man |