| Song | Music Must Change |
| Artist | The Who |
| Album | Who Are You |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Pete Townshend | |
| 作词 : Townshend | |
| Deep in the back of my mind is an unrealized sound | |
| Every feeling I get from the street says it soon could be found | |
| When I hear the cold lies of the pusher, I know it exists | |
| It's confirmed in the eyes of the kids, emphasized with their fists | |
| But the high has to rise from the low | |
| Like volcanoes explode through the snow | |
| The mosquito's sting brings a dream | |
| But the poison's derange | |
| The music must change | |
| For we're chewing a bone | |
| We soared like the sparrow hawk flied | |
| Then we dropped like a stone | |
| Like the tide and the waves | |
| Growing slowly in range | |
| Crushing mountains as old as the Earth | |
| So the music must change | |
| Sometimes at night, I wake up and my body's like ice | |
| The sound of the running wild stallion, the noise of the mice | |
| And I wondered if then I could hear into all of your dreams | |
| I realize now it was really the sound of your screams | |
| But death always leads into life | |
| But the street fighter swallows the knife | |
| Am I so crazy to feel that it's here prearranged? | |
| The music must change | |
| It's gets higher and higher | |
| Smouldering like leaves in the 1 | |
| Then it bursts into fire | |
| Its rhythm grows strong | |
| It's so new and so strange | |
| Like bells in the clouds, then again | |
| The music must change | |
| But is this song so different? | |
| Am I doing it all again? | |
| It may have been done before | |
| But then music's an open door | |
| Deep in the back of my is an unrealized sound | |
| Every feeling I get from the street says it soon could be found | |
| When I hear the cold lies of the pusher, I know it exists | |
| It's confirmed in the eyes of the kids, emphasized with their fists | |
| But the high has to rise from the low | |
| Like volcanoes explode through the snow | |
| The mosquito's sting brings a dream | |
| But the poison's derange | |
| The music must change | |
| For we're chewing a bone | |
| We soared like the sparrow hawk flied | |
| Then we dropped like a stone | |
| Like the tide and the waves | |
| Growing slowly in range | |
| Crushing mountains as old as the Earth | |
| So the music must change |
| zuo qu : Pete Townshend | |
| zuo ci : Townshend | |
| Deep in the back of my mind is an unrealized sound | |
| Every feeling I get from the street says it soon could be found | |
| When I hear the cold lies of the pusher, I know it exists | |
| It' s confirmed in the eyes of the kids, emphasized with their fists | |
| But the high has to rise from the low | |
| Like volcanoes explode through the snow | |
| The mosquito' s sting brings a dream | |
| But the poison' s derange | |
| The music must change | |
| For we' re chewing a bone | |
| We soared like the sparrow hawk flied | |
| Then we dropped like a stone | |
| Like the tide and the waves | |
| Growing slowly in range | |
| Crushing mountains as old as the Earth | |
| So the music must change | |
| Sometimes at night, I wake up and my body' s like ice | |
| The sound of the running wild stallion, the noise of the mice | |
| And I wondered if then I could hear into all of your dreams | |
| I realize now it was really the sound of your screams | |
| But death always leads into life | |
| But the street fighter swallows the knife | |
| Am I so crazy to feel that it' s here prearranged? | |
| The music must change | |
| It' s gets higher and higher | |
| Smouldering like leaves in the 1 | |
| Then it bursts into fire | |
| Its rhythm grows strong | |
| It' s so new and so strange | |
| Like bells in the clouds, then again | |
| The music must change | |
| But is this song so different? | |
| Am I doing it all again? | |
| It may have been done before | |
| But then music' s an open door | |
| Deep in the back of my is an unrealized sound | |
| Every feeling I get from the street says it soon could be found | |
| When I hear the cold lies of the pusher, I know it exists | |
| It' s confirmed in the eyes of the kids, emphasized with their fists | |
| But the high has to rise from the low | |
| Like volcanoes explode through the snow | |
| The mosquito' s sting brings a dream | |
| But the poison' s derange | |
| The music must change | |
| For we' re chewing a bone | |
| We soared like the sparrow hawk flied | |
| Then we dropped like a stone | |
| Like the tide and the waves | |
| Growing slowly in range | |
| Crushing mountains as old as the Earth | |
| So the music must change |
| zuò qǔ : Pete Townshend | |
| zuò cí : Townshend | |
| Deep in the back of my mind is an unrealized sound | |
| Every feeling I get from the street says it soon could be found | |
| When I hear the cold lies of the pusher, I know it exists | |
| It' s confirmed in the eyes of the kids, emphasized with their fists | |
| But the high has to rise from the low | |
| Like volcanoes explode through the snow | |
| The mosquito' s sting brings a dream | |
| But the poison' s derange | |
| The music must change | |
| For we' re chewing a bone | |
| We soared like the sparrow hawk flied | |
| Then we dropped like a stone | |
| Like the tide and the waves | |
| Growing slowly in range | |
| Crushing mountains as old as the Earth | |
| So the music must change | |
| Sometimes at night, I wake up and my body' s like ice | |
| The sound of the running wild stallion, the noise of the mice | |
| And I wondered if then I could hear into all of your dreams | |
| I realize now it was really the sound of your screams | |
| But death always leads into life | |
| But the street fighter swallows the knife | |
| Am I so crazy to feel that it' s here prearranged? | |
| The music must change | |
| It' s gets higher and higher | |
| Smouldering like leaves in the 1 | |
| Then it bursts into fire | |
| Its rhythm grows strong | |
| It' s so new and so strange | |
| Like bells in the clouds, then again | |
| The music must change | |
| But is this song so different? | |
| Am I doing it all again? | |
| It may have been done before | |
| But then music' s an open door | |
| Deep in the back of my is an unrealized sound | |
| Every feeling I get from the street says it soon could be found | |
| When I hear the cold lies of the pusher, I know it exists | |
| It' s confirmed in the eyes of the kids, emphasized with their fists | |
| But the high has to rise from the low | |
| Like volcanoes explode through the snow | |
| The mosquito' s sting brings a dream | |
| But the poison' s derange | |
| The music must change | |
| For we' re chewing a bone | |
| We soared like the sparrow hawk flied | |
| Then we dropped like a stone | |
| Like the tide and the waves | |
| Growing slowly in range | |
| Crushing mountains as old as the Earth | |
| So the music must change |