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The Decemberists
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The Chimbley Sweep
作词:Colin Patrick Meloy
I am a chimbley, a chimbley sweep No bed to lie, no shoes to hold my feet On a rooftop, in dead of night You'll hear me cry, I'll shake you from your sleep
To hear me weep, your day will come indeed For I am a poor and a wretched boy A chimbley, chimbley sweep
I am an orphan, an orphan boy I've known no love, I've seen no mother's joy A dirty doorstep, my cradle lay My fortunes made, I'll shake you from your sleep
更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 To hear me weep, your day will come indeed For I am a poor and a wretched boy A chimbley, chimbley sweep
'Oh, lonely urchin,' the widow cries 'I've not been swept since the day my husband died' Her cheeks are blushing, her legs lay bare And shipwrecked there, I'll shake you from your sleep
To hear me weep, your day will come indeed For I am a poor and a wretched boy A chimbley, chimbley sweep For I am a poor and a wretched boy A chimbley, chimbley sweep
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