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  • 作曲 : Ian Anderson
    [00:37] Let me tell you the tales of your life
    [00:41] Of your love and the cut of the knife
    [00:45] The tireless oppression, the wisdom instilled
    [00:48] The desire to kill or be killed
    [00:56] Let me sing of the losers who lie
    [00:59] In the street as the last bus goes by
    [01:03] The pavements are empty, the gutters run red
    [01:06] While the fool toasts his god in the sky
    [02:15] So come all ye young men who are building castles!
    [02:19] Kindly state the time of the year
    [02:23] And join your voices in a hellish chorus
    [02:26] Mark the precise nature of your fear
    [03:34] Let me help you pick up your dead
    [03:38] As the sins of the father are fed
    [03:41] With the blood of the fools
    [03:43] And the thoughts of the wise and
    [03:45] From the pan under your bed
    [03:51] Let me make you a present of song
    [03:56] As the wise man breaks wind and is gone
    [04:00] While the fool with the hour-glass is cooking his goose
    [04:03] And the nursery rhyme winds along
    [04:40] So! Come all ye young men who are building castles!
    [04:44] Kindly state the time of the year
    [04:47] And join your voices in a hellish chorus
    [04:51] Mark the precise nature of your fear
    [04:54] See! The summer lightning casts its bolts upon you
    [04:58] And the hour of judgement draws near
    [05:01] Would you be the fool stood in his suit of armour
    [05:05] Or the wiser man who rushes clear
  • [00:00.000] 作曲 : Ian Anderson
    [00:37] Let me tell you the tales of your life
    [00:41] Of your love and the cut of the knife
    [00:45] The tireless oppression, the wisdom instilled
    [00:48] The desire to kill or be killed
    [00:56] Let me sing of the losers who lie
    [00:59] In the street as the last bus goes by
    [01:03] The pavements are empty, the gutters run red
    [01:06] While the fool toasts his god in the sky
    [02:15] So come all ye young men who are building castles!
    [02:19] Kindly state the time of the year
    [02:23] And join your voices in a hellish chorus
    [02:26] Mark the precise nature of your fear
    [03:34] Let me help you pick up your dead
    [03:38] As the sins of the father are fed
    [03:41] With the blood of the fools
    [03:43] And the thoughts of the wise and
    [03:45] From the pan under your bed
    [03:51] Let me make you a present of song
    [03:56] As the wise man breaks wind and is gone
    [04:00] While the fool with the hour-glass is cooking his goose
    [04:03] And the nursery rhyme winds along
    [04:40] So! Come all ye young men who are building castles!
    [04:44] Kindly state the time of the year
    [04:47] And join your voices in a hellish chorus
    [04:51] Mark the precise nature of your fear
    [04:54] See! The summer lightning casts its bolts upon you
    [04:58] And the hour of judgement draws near
    [05:01] Would you be the fool stood in his suit of armour
    [05:05] Or the wiser man who rushes clear