Age of Treason - Donovan.mp3 - 在线LRC歌词

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[00:04.08]On a lone and windy hilltop beneath a roof of tin
[00:11.19]In a little wallpapered bedroom I done my growin'.
[00:15.72]'Twas there I dreamt my dreams, I hung my jeans
[00:26.61]And wandered through my puberty as all do.
[00:37.65]My mother was a tight nut bound up with false guilt
[00:45.09]Strapped up in her fearing wall she had built.
[00:49.05]The independent girl in a dark and cruel world
[01:00.21]She'd lost the way to say, "OK, now lay back".
[01:11.52]We disagreed on most things, I shouted peace and love
[01:20.61]The family is mankind, the symbol of the dove.
[01:28.68]She only saw the surface of things before her face
[01:34.50]But I was young and argued on for hours.
[01:45.45]My father he liked poetry, a scholar he might have made.
[01:52.53]Had nothing, born a poor boy barefoot and underpaid
[02:02.34]So the man worked with his hands up and down the land,
[02:07.98]His dreams forgot he thought that I must follow.
[02:19.05]With his marks as worker's wisdom he'd read a thing or two
[02:26.37]He once had been a Mason but he never followed through.
[02:36.30]Always kind and thoughtful, smelling of mushy oil
[02:41.43]And he read me poetry of visionaries.
[02:52.50]I flunk my way to college, a looser kind of school
[02:59.70]But we bobbed and played time arty, feeling cool
[03:09.39]Just to live an artists diggin' the ravin' scene
[03:14.76]Reading Kerouac and Ginsberg well deuced.
[03:25.59]I was not academic, Art and English neat,
[03:32.52]The history of mankind I liked that a bit.
[03:42.09]And what was I to do&nbsp;? The choices they were few,
[03:47.82]I done right disgrace to the working classes
[03:53.34]I done right disgrace to the working classes
[03:58.83]I done right disgrace to the working classes
[04:04.35]I done right disgrace to the working classes.

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On a lone and windy hilltop beneath a roof of tin
In a little wallpapered bedroom I done my growin'.
'Twas there I dreamt my dreams, I hung my jeans
And wandered through my puberty as all do.
My mother was a tight nut bound up with false guilt
Strapped up in her fearing wall she had built.
The independent girl in a dark and cruel world
She'd lost the way to say, "OK, now lay back".
We disagreed on most things, I shouted peace and love
The family is mankind, the symbol of the dove.
She only saw the surface of things before her face
But I was young and argued on for hours.
My father he liked poetry, a scholar he might have made.
Had nothing, born a poor boy barefoot and underpaid
So the man worked with his hands up and down the land,
His dreams forgot he thought that I must follow.
With his marks as worker's wisdom he'd read a thing or two
He once had been a Mason but he never followed through.
Always kind and thoughtful, smelling of mushy oil
And he read me poetry of visionaries.
I flunk my way to college, a looser kind of school
But we bobbed and played time arty, feeling cool
Just to live an artists diggin' the ravin' scene
Reading Kerouac and Ginsberg well deuced.
I was not academic, Art and English neat,
The history of mankind I liked that a bit.
And what was I to do&nbsp;? The choices they were few,
I done right disgrace to the working classes
I done right disgrace to the working classes
I done right disgrace to the working classes
I done right disgrace to the working classes.

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