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  • 作词 : Mike Sponza/Pete Brown
    作曲 : Mike Sponza
    1961 - COLD, COLD, COLD


    Sometime back in ‘61
    In the middle of the tension
    They went and made the playboy club
    With its big extensions
    In the process of the fun
    Discovered dna
    Hendrix played his very first show
    Blew them all away

    Music’s getting hot
    And the war is getting cold
    And they’re putting a big wall
    Between the new and old
    Cold cold cold

    Brother ray said “hit the road”
    And it seemed like a good idea
    As the songs kept rolling on
    So did the fear
    JFK said “build a shelter”
    Krushev’s shoe hit the table
    It’s too long since we had a war
    Call up the young and able

    Music’s getting hot
    And the war is getting cold
    And they’re putting a big wall
    Between the new and old
    Cold cold cold

    We’re heading straight into the storm
    As fast as we could fly
    But chubby checker was twisting again
    And Ben E. King was standing by
    Psycho in the cinemas
    The crazy flashing knives
    The Orient Express had left
    While Brubeck was taking five

    Music’s getting hot
    And the war is getting cold
    And they’re putting a big wall
    Between the new and old

    Music’s getting hot
    And the war is getting cold
    And they’re putting a big wall
    Between the new and old
    Cold cold cold

  • 作词 : Mike Sponza/Pete Brown
    作曲 : Mike Sponza
    1961 - COLD, COLD, COLD


    Sometime back in ‘61
    In the middle of the tension
    They went and made the playboy club
    With its big extensions
    In the process of the fun
    Discovered dna
    Hendrix played his very first show
    Blew them all away

    Music’s getting hot
    And the war is getting cold
    And they’re putting a big wall
    Between the new and old
    Cold cold cold

    Brother ray said “hit the road”
    And it seemed like a good idea
    As the songs kept rolling on
    So did the fear
    JFK said “build a shelter”
    Krushev’s shoe hit the table
    It’s too long since we had a war
    Call up the young and able

    Music’s getting hot
    And the war is getting cold
    And they’re putting a big wall
    Between the new and old
    Cold cold cold

    We’re heading straight into the storm
    As fast as we could fly
    But chubby checker was twisting again
    And Ben E. King was standing by
    Psycho in the cinemas
    The crazy flashing knives
    The Orient Express had left
    While Brubeck was taking five

    Music’s getting hot
    And the war is getting cold
    And they’re putting a big wall
    Between the new and old

    Music’s getting hot
    And the war is getting cold
    And they’re putting a big wall
    Between the new and old
    Cold cold cold