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  • 作词 : Paul Stookey/Mary Travers/Peter Yarrow/Traditional
    作曲 : Paul Stookey/Mary Travers/Peter Yarrow/Traditional
    Oh the fox went out on a chilly night
    Prayed for the moon to give him light
    For he had many a mile to go that night
    Before he reached the town-o, town-o, town-o,
    Many a mile to go that night before he reached the town-o
    He ran 'til he came to a great big pen
    Where the ducks and the geese were kept therein
    He said, "A couple of you are gonna grease my chin
    Before I leave this town-o, town-o, town-o,
    A couple of you are gonna grease my chin before I leave this town-o!"
    He grabbed the grey goose by the neck
    Threw the ducks across his back
    He didn't mind the "quack, quack, quack"
    And the legs all danglin' down-o, down-o, down-o,
    He didn't mind the "quack, quack, quack" and the legs all danglin' down-o
    Then old mother Flipper Flopper jumped out of bed
    Out of the window she popped her head
    Cryin', "John, John, the grey goose is gone
    And the fox is on the town-o, town-o, town-o,
    John! John! The grey goose is gone and the fox is on the town-o!"
    Then John he ran to the top of the hill
    Blew his horn both loud and shrill
    The fox he said, "I better flee with my kill
    For they'll soon be on my trail-o, trail-o, trail-o,"
    The fox he said, "I better flee with my kill for they'll soon be on my trail-o"
    Well he ran til he came to his cozy den
    There were his little ones, eight, nine, ten
    Cryin', "Daddy, daddy, better go back again
    Cause it must be a mighty fine town-o, town-o, town-o,
    Daddy, daddy, better go back again cause it must be a mighty fine town-o!"
    Then the fox and his wife, without any strife
    Cut up the goose with a carving knife
    They never had such a supper in their life
    And the little ones chewed on the bones-o, bones-o, bones-o,
    They never had such a supper in their life and the little ones chewed on the bones-o!
  • [00:00.000] 作词 : Paul Stookey/Mary Travers/Peter Yarrow/Traditional
    [00:01.000] 作曲 : Paul Stookey/Mary Travers/Peter Yarrow/Traditional
    [00:07.47]Oh the fox went out on a chilly night
    [00:10.17]Prayed for the moon to give him light
    [00:12.41]For he had many a mile to go that night
    [00:14.99]Before he reached the town-o, town-o, town-o,
    [00:20.02]Many a mile to go that night before he reached the town-o
    [00:29.33]He ran 'til he came to a great big pen
    [00:31.63]Where the ducks and the geese were kept therein
    [00:33.88]He said, "A couple of you are gonna grease my chin
    [00:36.42]Before I leave this town-o, town-o, town-o,
    [00:41.15]A couple of you are gonna grease my chin before I leave this town-o!"
    [00:50.82]He grabbed the grey goose by the neck
    [00:53.06]Threw the ducks across his back
    [00:55.45]He didn't mind the "quack, quack, quack"
    [00:57.85]And the legs all danglin' down-o, down-o, down-o,
    [01:02.87]He didn't mind the "quack, quack, quack" and the legs all danglin' down-o
    [01:11.99]Then old mother Flipper Flopper jumped out of bed
    [01:14.37]Out of the window she popped her head
    [01:16.76]Cryin', "John, John, the grey goose is gone
    [01:19.05]And the fox is on the town-o, town-o, town-o,
    [01:23.94]John! John! The grey goose is gone and the fox is on the town-o!"
    [01:28.83]Then John he ran to the top of the hill
    [01:31.02]Blew his horn both loud and shrill
    [01:33.36]The fox he said, "I better flee with my kill
    [01:35.69]For they'll soon be on my trail-o, trail-o, trail-o,"
    [01:40.62]The fox he said, "I better flee with my kill for they'll soon be on my trail-o"
    [01:54.35]Well he ran til he came to his cozy den
    [01:56.81]There were his little ones, eight, nine, ten
    [01:59.15]Cryin', "Daddy, daddy, better go back again
    [02:01.55]Cause it must be a mighty fine town-o, town-o, town-o,
    [02:06.18]Daddy, daddy, better go back again cause it must be a mighty fine town-o!"
    [02:14.56]Then the fox and his wife, without any strife
    [02:17.05]Cut up the goose with a carving knife
    [02:19.73]They never had such a supper in their life
    [02:30.91]And the little ones chewed on the bones-o, bones-o, bones-o,
    [02:35.69]They never had such a supper in their life and the little ones chewed on the bones-o!