Please Mr. Gravedigger
作词 : Bowie
Artist：david bowie
Songs Title：please mr. gravedigger
There's a little churchyard just along the way
It used to be lambeth's finest array
Of tombstones, epitaphs, wreaths, flowers all that jazz
Till the war came along and someone dropped a bomb on the lot
And in this little yard, there's a little old man
With a little shovel in his little bitty hand
He seems to spend all his days puffing fags and digging graves
He hates the reverend vicar and he lives all alone in his home
Ah-choo ! excuse me
Please mr. gravedigger, don't feel ashamed
As you dig little holes for the dead and the maimed
Please mr. gravedigger, i couldn't care
If you found a golden locket full of some girl's hair
And you put it in your pocket
God, it's pouring down
Her mother doesn't know about your sentimental joy
She thinks it's down below with the rest of her toys
And ma wouldn't understand, so i won't tell
So keep your golden locket all safely hid away in your pocket
Yes, mr. gd, you see me every day , st ....ah choo !
Standing in the same spot by a certain grave
Mary-ann was only 10, full of life and oh so gay
And i was the wicked man who took her life away
Very selfish, oh god
No, mr. gd, you won't tell
And just to make sure that you keep it to yourself
I've started digging holes myself
And this one here's for you
Lifted our girl, she apparently doesn't know of it
Hello misses, thought she'd be a little girl
Bloody obscene, catch pneumonia or something in this rain
Please Mr. GravediggerLRC歌词
[00:00.000] 作词 : Bowie
[00:01.39]Artist：david bowie
[00:06.21]Songs Title：please mr. gravedigger
[00:14.76]
[00:26.10]There's a little churchyard just along the way
[00:29.78]It used to be lambeth's finest array
[00:32.98]Of tombstones, epitaphs, wreaths, flowers all that jazz
[00:37.06]Till the war came along and someone dropped a bomb on the lot
[00:40.95]
[00:43.26]And in this little yard, there's a little old man
[00:47.00]With a little shovel in his little bitty hand
[00:50.63]He seems to spend all his days puffing fags and digging graves
[00:54.45]He hates the reverend vicar and he lives all alone in his home
[00:59.28]
[01:00.16]Ah-choo ! excuse me
[01:03.48]Please mr. gravedigger, don't feel ashamed
[01:06.16]As you dig little holes for the dead and the maimed
[01:10.91]Please mr. gravedigger, i couldn't care
[01:13.84]If you found a golden locket full of some girl's hair
[01:17.47]And you put it in your pocket
[01:20.03]God, it's pouring down
[01:22.73]Her mother doesn't know about your sentimental joy
[01:26.28]She thinks it's down below with the rest of her toys
[01:30.03]And ma wouldn't understand, so i won't tell
[01:33.46]So keep your golden locket all safely hid away in your pocket
[01:37.96]
[01:40.32]Yes, mr. gd, you see me every day , st ....ah choo !
[01:45.56]Standing in the same spot by a certain grave
[01:49.00]Mary-ann was only 10, full of life and oh so gay
[01:52.75]And i was the wicked man who took her life away
[01:56.20]Very selfish, oh god
[02:00.01]No, mr. gd, you won't tell
[02:03.29]And just to make sure that you keep it to yourself
[02:06.59]I've started digging holes myself
[02:08.65]And this one here's for you
[02:12.90]
[02:15.08]Lifted our girl, she apparently doesn't know of it
[02:19.57]
[02:20.25]Hello misses, thought she'd be a little girl
[02:23.75]Bloody obscene, catch pneumonia or something in this rain
