Streets of London Ralph McTell
Have you seen the old man in the closed-down market Kicking up the paper with his worn out shoes? In his eyes you see no pride Hand held loosely at his side Yesterday's paper telling yesterday's news
*So how can you tell me you're lonely And say for you that the sun don't shine? Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London I'll show you something to make you change your mind
Have you seen the old girl who walks the streets of London Dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags She's no time for talking She just keeps right on walking Carrying her home in two carrier bags (*)
In the all night cafe at a quarter past eleven Same old man is sitting there on his own Looking at the world over the rim1 of his tea-cup Each tea lasts an hour Then he wanders home alone (*)
Have you seen the old man outside the Seaman's Mission Memory fading with the medal ribbons that he wears In our winter city, the rain cries a little pity For one more forgotten hero And a world that doesn't care
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伦敦的街道 雷夫麦泰尔
你可曾看过那个在已收摊的市场里的老人 用他磨破的鞋子踢着报纸 在他的眼里你看不到尊严 手无力的垂在两旁 昨日的报纸述说着昨日的新闻
所以,你怎能还告诉我说你很孤独 说阳光不再为你照耀? 让我牵着你的手,带你穿越过伦敦的街道 我要让你看一些事情,改变你的想法
你可曾看过那个走过伦敦街头的老太太 她的发上沾满泥沙,衣服破烂不堪 她没有时间聊天 只是不停的走着 用两只购物袋携带着她的家
十一点十五分,在一家通宵营业的咖啡馆 同一个老人孤独的坐着 他越过杯缘,注视着这个世界 每杯茶都喝上一个钟头 然后,独自乱晃走回家去
你可曾看过在海军士兵之家外面的那个老人 回忆随着他披在身上的勋章彩带逐渐褪色 在我们的冬日城市里,雨水哭喊着一丝怜悯 为又一个被遗忘的英雄 还有一个漠不关心的世界
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