William Francis Lyrics

	作曲 : Abbott, Chumbawamba ...
	William Francis, noble lord
	His fortune built on sweat and sword
	Built an empire tall as a hill
	But he don't have fun and he never will
	My, my
	Sees the world so far below
	And though he tries, he'll never know
	Friends to greet the breaking of day
	And love to pass the night away
	My, my
	William Francis high and dry
	With his paradise denied
	My, my
	William Francis, lost, alone
	A thousand ifs and a heart of stone
	He measures his life in gain and cost
	But he'll never add up the world he lost
	My, my
	William Francis high and dry
	With his paradise denied
	My, my
	William Francis, master of all
	But none to catch him when he falls
	He works us long and he works us hard
	But we'll dance all the way to the knacker's yard
	My, my
	William Francis high and dry
	With his paradise denied
	My, my

	zuo qu : Abbott, Chumbawamba ...
	William Francis, noble lord
	His fortune built on sweat and sword
	Built an empire tall as a hill
	But he don' t have fun and he never will
	My, my
	Sees the world so far below
	And though he tries, he' ll never know
	Friends to greet the breaking of day
	And love to pass the night away
	My, my
	William Francis high and dry
	With his paradise denied
	My, my
	William Francis, lost, alone
	A thousand ifs and a heart of stone
	He measures his life in gain and cost
	But he' ll never add up the world he lost
	My, my
	William Francis high and dry
	With his paradise denied
	My, my
	William Francis, master of all
	But none to catch him when he falls
	He works us long and he works us hard
	But we' ll dance all the way to the knacker' s yard
	My, my
	William Francis high and dry
	With his paradise denied
	My, my

	zuò qǔ : Abbott, Chumbawamba ...
	William Francis, noble lord
	His fortune built on sweat and sword
	Built an empire tall as a hill
	But he don' t have fun and he never will
	My, my
	Sees the world so far below
	And though he tries, he' ll never know
	Friends to greet the breaking of day
	And love to pass the night away
	My, my
	William Francis high and dry
	With his paradise denied
	My, my
	William Francis, lost, alone
	A thousand ifs and a heart of stone
	He measures his life in gain and cost
	But he' ll never add up the world he lost
	My, my
	William Francis high and dry
	With his paradise denied
	My, my
	William Francis, master of all
	But none to catch him when he falls
	He works us long and he works us hard
	But we' ll dance all the way to the knacker' s yard
	My, my
	William Francis high and dry
	With his paradise denied
	My, my

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