作词 : Cutler, Frith Out of town, my work takes me Out of town, I empty villages I burn their housed down. I set up factories Lay out plantations, And bring prosperity to The poorer nations. The roads and rails Run like cracks and Carry me Upon their backs.
作词 : Cutler, Frith Out of town, my work takes me Out of town, I empty villages I burn their housed down. I set up factories Lay out plantations, And bring prosperity to The poorer nations. The roads and rails Run like cracks and Carry me Upon their backs.
