| Song | Something about England |
| Artist | The Clash |
| Album | 5 Studio Album Set |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作词 : Clash |
| [00:00.15] | They say immigrants steal the hubcaps |
| [00:03.78] | Of the respected gentlemen |
| [00:07.53] | They say it would be wine an' roses |
| [00:11.94] | If England were for Englishmen again |
| [00:18.36] | I saw a dirty overcoat at the foot of the pillar of the road |
| [00:25.41] | Propped inside was an old man whose time would not erode |
| [00:31.59] | When the night was snapped by sirens those blue lights circled past |
| [00:39.24] | The dance hall called for an' ambulance the bars all closed up fast |
| [00:46.29] | My silence gazing at the ceiling while roaming the single room |
| [00:53.37] | I thought the old man could help me if he could explain the gloom |
| [01:00.45] | You really think it all new, you really think about it too |
| [01:07.50] | The old man scoffed as he spoke to me I'll tell you a thing or two |
| [01:14.73] | I missed the fourteen- eighteen war but not the sorrow afterwards |
| [01:21.33] | With my father dead and my mother ran off |
| [01:25.11] | My brothers took the pay of hoods |
| [01:28.62] | The twenties turned the north was dead |
| [01:32.13] | The hunger strike came marching south |
| [01:35.52] | At the garden party not a word was said |
| [01:39.18] | The ladies lifted cake to their mouths |
| [01:42.81] | The next war began and my ship sailed with battle orders written red |
| [01:49.89] | In five long years of bullets and shells left ten million dead |
| [01:56.85] | The few returned to old Piccadilly we limped around Leicester Square |
| [02:03.93] | The world was busy rebuilding itself the architects could not care |
| [02:11.10] | How could we know when I was young all the changes that were to come |
| [02:17.73] | All the photos in the wallets on the battlefield |
| [02:21.09] | And now the terror of the scientific sun |
| [02:24.48] | There was masters an' servants an' servants an' dogs |
| [02:28.50] | They taught you how to touch your cap |
| [02:31.77] | Through strikes an' famine an' war an' peace, England never closed this gap |
| [02:38.94] | So leave me now the moon is up but remember all the tales I tell |
| [02:46.05] | The memories that you have dredged up are on letters forwarded from hell |
| [03:20.88] | The streets were by now deserted |
| [03:24.84] | The gangs had trudged off home |
| [03:28.50] | The lights clicked out in the bed sits |
| [03:32.01] | Old England was all alone |
| [00:00.00] | zuo ci : Clash |
| [00:00.15] | They say immigrants steal the hubcaps |
| [00:03.78] | Of the respected gentlemen |
| [00:07.53] | They say it would be wine an' roses |
| [00:11.94] | If England were for Englishmen again |
| [00:18.36] | I saw a dirty overcoat at the foot of the pillar of the road |
| [00:25.41] | Propped inside was an old man whose time would not erode |
| [00:31.59] | When the night was snapped by sirens those blue lights circled past |
| [00:39.24] | The dance hall called for an' ambulance the bars all closed up fast |
| [00:46.29] | My silence gazing at the ceiling while roaming the single room |
| [00:53.37] | I thought the old man could help me if he could explain the gloom |
| [01:00.45] | You really think it all new, you really think about it too |
| [01:07.50] | The old man scoffed as he spoke to me I' ll tell you a thing or two |
| [01:14.73] | I missed the fourteen eighteen war but not the sorrow afterwards |
| [01:21.33] | With my father dead and my mother ran off |
| [01:25.11] | My brothers took the pay of hoods |
| [01:28.62] | The twenties turned the north was dead |
| [01:32.13] | The hunger strike came marching south |
| [01:35.52] | At the garden party not a word was said |
| [01:39.18] | The ladies lifted cake to their mouths |
| [01:42.81] | The next war began and my ship sailed with battle orders written red |
| [01:49.89] | In five long years of bullets and shells left ten million dead |
| [01:56.85] | The few returned to old Piccadilly we limped around Leicester Square |
| [02:03.93] | The world was busy rebuilding itself the architects could not care |
| [02:11.10] | How could we know when I was young all the changes that were to come |
| [02:17.73] | All the photos in the wallets on the battlefield |
| [02:21.09] | And now the terror of the scientific sun |
| [02:24.48] | There was masters an' servants an' servants an' dogs |
| [02:28.50] | They taught you how to touch your cap |
| [02:31.77] | Through strikes an' famine an' war an' peace, England never closed this gap |
| [02:38.94] | So leave me now the moon is up but remember all the tales I tell |
| [02:46.05] | The memories that you have dredged up are on letters forwarded from hell |
| [03:20.88] | The streets were by now deserted |
| [03:24.84] | The gangs had trudged off home |
| [03:28.50] | The lights clicked out in the bed sits |
| [03:32.01] | Old England was all alone |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : Clash |
| [00:00.15] | They say immigrants steal the hubcaps |
| [00:03.78] | Of the respected gentlemen |
| [00:07.53] | They say it would be wine an' roses |
| [00:11.94] | If England were for Englishmen again |
| [00:18.36] | I saw a dirty overcoat at the foot of the pillar of the road |
| [00:25.41] | Propped inside was an old man whose time would not erode |
| [00:31.59] | When the night was snapped by sirens those blue lights circled past |
| [00:39.24] | The dance hall called for an' ambulance the bars all closed up fast |
| [00:46.29] | My silence gazing at the ceiling while roaming the single room |
| [00:53.37] | I thought the old man could help me if he could explain the gloom |
| [01:00.45] | You really think it all new, you really think about it too |
| [01:07.50] | The old man scoffed as he spoke to me I' ll tell you a thing or two |
| [01:14.73] | I missed the fourteen eighteen war but not the sorrow afterwards |
| [01:21.33] | With my father dead and my mother ran off |
| [01:25.11] | My brothers took the pay of hoods |
| [01:28.62] | The twenties turned the north was dead |
| [01:32.13] | The hunger strike came marching south |
| [01:35.52] | At the garden party not a word was said |
| [01:39.18] | The ladies lifted cake to their mouths |
| [01:42.81] | The next war began and my ship sailed with battle orders written red |
| [01:49.89] | In five long years of bullets and shells left ten million dead |
| [01:56.85] | The few returned to old Piccadilly we limped around Leicester Square |
| [02:03.93] | The world was busy rebuilding itself the architects could not care |
| [02:11.10] | How could we know when I was young all the changes that were to come |
| [02:17.73] | All the photos in the wallets on the battlefield |
| [02:21.09] | And now the terror of the scientific sun |
| [02:24.48] | There was masters an' servants an' servants an' dogs |
| [02:28.50] | They taught you how to touch your cap |
| [02:31.77] | Through strikes an' famine an' war an' peace, England never closed this gap |
| [02:38.94] | So leave me now the moon is up but remember all the tales I tell |
| [02:46.05] | The memories that you have dredged up are on letters forwarded from hell |
| [03:20.88] | The streets were by now deserted |
| [03:24.84] | The gangs had trudged off home |
| [03:28.50] | The lights clicked out in the bed sits |
| [03:32.01] | Old England was all alone |