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  • 作词 : Morrison
    作曲 : Morrison
    Down on Cyprus
    AvenueWith a childlike vision leaping into view
    Clicking, clacking of the high heeled shoe
    Ford and Fitzroy,
    Madame George
    Marching with the soldier boy behind
    He's much older with hat on drinking wine
    And that smell of sweet perfume comes drifting through
    The cool night air like
    ShalimarAnd outside they're making all the stops
    The kids out in the street collecting bottle-tops
    Gone for cigarettes and matches in the shops
    Happy taken
    Madame George
    That's when you fall
    Whoa, that's when you fall
    Yeah, that's when you fall
    When you fall into a trance
    A sitting on a sofa playing games of chance
    With your folded arms and history books
    You glance into the eyes of
    Madame George
    And you think you found the bag
    You're getting weaker and your knees begin to sag
    In the corner playing dominoes in drag
    The one and only
    Madame George
    And then from outside the frosty window raps
    She jumps up and says,
    Lord, have mercy
    I think it's the cops
    And immediately drops everything she gots
    Down into the street below
    And you know you gotta go
    On that train from
    Dublin up to
    Sandy RowThrowing pennies at the bridges down below
    And the rain, hail, sleet, and snow
    Say goodbye to
    Madame George
    Dry your eye for
    Madame George
    Wonder why for
    Madame George
    And as you leave, the room is filled with music
    Laughing, music, dancing, music all around the room
    And all the little boys come around, walking away from it all
    So cold, and as you're about to leave
    She jumps up and says, hey love, you forgot your gloves
    And the gloves to love, to love the gloves
    To say goodbye to
    Madame George
    Dry your eye for
    Madame George
    Wonder why for
    Madame George
    Dry your eyes for
    Madame George
    Say goodbye in the wind and the rain on the back street
    In the backstreet, in the back street
    Say goodbye to
    Madame George
    In the backstreet, in the back street, in the back street
    Down home, down home in the back street
    Gotta go, say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
    Dry your eye, your eye, your eye, your eye, your eye
    Say goodbye to
    Madame George
    And the loves to love to love the love
    Say goodbye, ooo, mmm
    Say goodbye goodbye, goodbye, goodbye to
    Madame George
    Dry your eye for
    Madame George
    Wonder why for
    Madame George
    The love's to love, the love's to love, the love's to love
    Say goodbye, goodbye
    Get on the train
    Get on the train, the train, the train
    This is the train, this is the train
    Whoa, say goodbye, goodbye
    Get on the train, get on the train
  • 作词 : Morrison
    作曲 : Morrison
    Down on Cyprus
    AvenueWith a childlike vision leaping into view
    Clicking, clacking of the high heeled shoe
    Ford and Fitzroy,
    Madame George
    Marching with the soldier boy behind
    He's much older with hat on drinking wine
    And that smell of sweet perfume comes drifting through
    The cool night air like
    ShalimarAnd outside they're making all the stops
    The kids out in the street collecting bottle-tops
    Gone for cigarettes and matches in the shops
    Happy taken
    Madame George
    That's when you fall
    Whoa, that's when you fall
    Yeah, that's when you fall
    When you fall into a trance
    A sitting on a sofa playing games of chance
    With your folded arms and history books
    You glance into the eyes of
    Madame George
    And you think you found the bag
    You're getting weaker and your knees begin to sag
    In the corner playing dominoes in drag
    The one and only
    Madame George
    And then from outside the frosty window raps
    She jumps up and says,
    Lord, have mercy
    I think it's the cops
    And immediately drops everything she gots
    Down into the street below
    And you know you gotta go
    On that train from
    Dublin up to
    Sandy RowThrowing pennies at the bridges down below
    And the rain, hail, sleet, and snow
    Say goodbye to
    Madame George
    Dry your eye for
    Madame George
    Wonder why for
    Madame George
    And as you leave, the room is filled with music
    Laughing, music, dancing, music all around the room
    And all the little boys come around, walking away from it all
    So cold, and as you're about to leave
    She jumps up and says, hey love, you forgot your gloves
    And the gloves to love, to love the gloves
    To say goodbye to
    Madame George
    Dry your eye for
    Madame George
    Wonder why for
    Madame George
    Dry your eyes for
    Madame George
    Say goodbye in the wind and the rain on the back street
    In the backstreet, in the back street
    Say goodbye to
    Madame George
    In the backstreet, in the back street, in the back street
    Down home, down home in the back street
    Gotta go, say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
    Dry your eye, your eye, your eye, your eye, your eye
    Say goodbye to
    Madame George
    And the loves to love to love the love
    Say goodbye, ooo, mmm
    Say goodbye goodbye, goodbye, goodbye to
    Madame George
    Dry your eye for
    Madame George
    Wonder why for
    Madame George
    The love's to love, the love's to love, the love's to love
    Say goodbye, goodbye
    Get on the train
    Get on the train, the train, the train
    This is the train, this is the train
    Whoa, say goodbye, goodbye
    Get on the train, get on the train