| Song | Ballad Of The Times |
| Artist | Everything But the Girl |
| Album | The Works |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Watt | |
| Narrow streets breed narrow minds and | |
| Care for king but not for kind | |
| It´s a short hop to a long weekend when every move you apreehend | |
| You´ll never find room to find your feet to walk out of this avenue | |
| Your pockets are lined with promises when did a promise ever pay for shoes? | |
| Counting coal trucks by the line and raise your glasses one more time ´ | |
| Cause Billy has gone off to war | |
| And God knows what he´s fighting for | |
| But wartime will make him a man | |
| Work that no one see, if you can | |
| A hero´s grave is 6 feet deep not | |
| Room enough for all his plans. | |
| She can scrub the step but if he´ll never gleam | |
| If he did she´d smash the dream | |
| And they´ve held the world too long | |
| But dreams are what you wake up from | |
| Father was a fighter too | |
| The only way to jump the queue | |
| Boxing clever, times were tough | |
| But will that ever be enough? | |
| You´d never find room to find his feet | |
| To walk out of these avenues | |
| Their pockets are lined with promises | |
| When did a promise ever pay for shoes? | |
| When did a promise ever pay for shoes? |
| zuo ci : Watt | |
| Narrow streets breed narrow minds and | |
| Care for king but not for kind | |
| It s a short hop to a long weekend when every move you apreehend | |
| You ll never find room to find your feet to walk out of this avenue | |
| Your pockets are lined with promises when did a promise ever pay for shoes? | |
| Counting coal trucks by the line and raise your glasses one more time | |
| Cause Billy has gone off to war | |
| And God knows what he s fighting for | |
| But wartime will make him a man | |
| Work that no one see, if you can | |
| A hero s grave is 6 feet deep not | |
| Room enough for all his plans. | |
| She can scrub the step but if he ll never gleam | |
| If he did she d smash the dream | |
| And they ve held the world too long | |
| But dreams are what you wake up from | |
| Father was a fighter too | |
| The only way to jump the queue | |
| Boxing clever, times were tough | |
| But will that ever be enough? | |
| You d never find room to find his feet | |
| To walk out of these avenues | |
| Their pockets are lined with promises | |
| When did a promise ever pay for shoes? | |
| When did a promise ever pay for shoes? |
| zuò cí : Watt | |
| Narrow streets breed narrow minds and | |
| Care for king but not for kind | |
| It s a short hop to a long weekend when every move you apreehend | |
| You ll never find room to find your feet to walk out of this avenue | |
| Your pockets are lined with promises when did a promise ever pay for shoes? | |
| Counting coal trucks by the line and raise your glasses one more time | |
| Cause Billy has gone off to war | |
| And God knows what he s fighting for | |
| But wartime will make him a man | |
| Work that no one see, if you can | |
| A hero s grave is 6 feet deep not | |
| Room enough for all his plans. | |
| She can scrub the step but if he ll never gleam | |
| If he did she d smash the dream | |
| And they ve held the world too long | |
| But dreams are what you wake up from | |
| Father was a fighter too | |
| The only way to jump the queue | |
| Boxing clever, times were tough | |
| But will that ever be enough? | |
| You d never find room to find his feet | |
| To walk out of these avenues | |
| Their pockets are lined with promises | |
| When did a promise ever pay for shoes? | |
| When did a promise ever pay for shoes? |