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发信人: Tippi (Tippi), 信区: RuralChina
标 题: 一首感人的歌：Streets of London
发信站: BBS 未名空间站 (Thu Jul 5 22:46:10 2012, 美东)
“蓝山派对”太平洋蓝调即兴弹唱会上，胡德夫唱起了英国民谣歌手Ralph McTell的名
曲《Streets of London》，胡德夫说这首歌是1961年发表的，那当时Ralph McTell才
刚刚17岁。它写一个无家可归的老太婆街头的故事。
这首老歌很是感人～～
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.
Chorus
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 rim of his tea-cup,
Each tea last an hour
Then he wanders home alone
Chorus
And 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
发信人: Tippi (Tippi), 信区: RuralChina
标 题: 一首感人的歌：Streets of London
发信站: BBS 未名空间站 (Thu Jul 5 22:46:10 2012, 美东)
“蓝山派对”太平洋蓝调即兴弹唱会上，胡德夫唱起了英国民谣歌手Ralph McTell的名
曲《Streets of London》，胡德夫说这首歌是1961年发表的，那当时Ralph McTell才
刚刚17岁。它写一个无家可归的老太婆街头的故事。
这首老歌很是感人～～
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.
Chorus
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 rim of his tea-cup,
Each tea last an hour
Then he wanders home alone
Chorus
And 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
