5:15 am
5.15 a.m.
Snow laying all around
A collier cycles home
From his night shift underground
Past the silent pub
Primary school, working mens club
On the road from the pit head
The churchyard packed with mining dead
Then beneath the bridge
He comes to a giant car
A shroud of snow upon the roof
A mark ten jaguar
He thought the man was fast asleep
Silent, still and deep
Both dead and cold
But shot through with bullet holes
The one armed bandit man
Came north to fill his boots
Came up from cockneyland
E-type jags and flashy suits
Put your money in
Pull the levers, watch them spin
Cash cows in all the pubs
But he preferred the new nightclubs
Nineteen sixty-seven
Bandit men in birdcage heaven
La dolce vita, sixty-nine
All new to people of the tyne
Who knows who did what
Somebody made a call
They said his hands were in the pot
That he'd been skimming hauls
He picks up the swag
They gaily gave away
Drives his giant jag
Off to his big pay day
The bandit man
Came north to fill his boots
Came up from cockneyland
E-type jags and flashy suits
The bandit man
Came up the great north road
Up to Geordieland
To mine the mother lode
Seams blew up or cracked
Black diamonds came hard won
Generations toiled and hacked
For a pittance and black lung
Crushed by tub or stone
Together and alone
How the young and old
Paid the price of coal
Eighteen sixty-seven
My angel's gone to heaven
He'll be happy there
Sunlight and sweet clean air
They gather 'round the glass
Tough hewers and crutters
Child trappers and putters
The little foals and half-marrows
Who pushed and pulled the barrows
The hod boys
And the rolleywaymen
5.15 a.m
5:15 amLRC歌词
[00:09.51]5.15 a.m.
[00:13.53]Snow laying all around
[00:17.62]A collier cycles home
[00:20.99]From his night shift underground
[00:29.25]Past the silent pub
[00:32.07]Primary school, working mens club
[00:35.96]On the road from the pit head
[00:39.53]The churchyard packed with mining dead
[00:48.49]Then beneath the bridge
[00:52.37]He comes to a giant car
[00:55.69]A shroud of snow upon the roof
[00:59.63]A mark ten jaguar
[01:07.44]He thought the man was fast asleep
[01:11.97]Silent, still and deep
[01:15.85]Both dead and cold
[01:20.55]But shot through with bullet holes
[01:27.93]The one armed bandit man
[01:31.71]Came north to fill his boots
[01:34.85]Came up from cockneyland
[01:39.29]E-type jags and flashy suits
[01:43.66]Put your money in
[01:47.25]Pull the levers, watch them spin
[01:51.03]Cash cows in all the pubs
[01:55.58]But he preferred the new nightclubs
[02:00.37]Nineteen sixty-seven
[02:03.68]Bandit men in birdcage heaven
[02:07.48]La dolce vita, sixty-nine
[02:11.50]All new to people of the tyne
[02:23.68]Who knows who did what
[02:27.72]Somebody made a call
[02:30.74]They said his hands were in the pot
[02:34.26]That he'd been skimming hauls
[02:43.03]He picks up the swag
[02:46.65]They gaily gave away
[02:50.59]Drives his giant jag
[02:54.51]Off to his big pay day
[03:03.09]The bandit man
[03:06.06]Came north to fill his boots
[03:09.95]Came up from cockneyland
[03:13.33]E-type jags and flashy suits
[03:17.31]The bandit man
[03:21.80]Came up the great north road
[03:25.82]Up to Geordieland
[03:30.16]To mine the mother lode
[03:49.46]Seams blew up or cracked
[03:52.78]Black diamonds came hard won
[03:57.47]Generations toiled and hacked
[04:00.94]For a pittance and black lung
[04:07.49]Crushed by tub or stone
[04:12.44]Together and alone
[04:16.58]How the young and old
[04:20.60]Paid the price of coal
[04:28.49]Eighteen sixty-seven
[04:31.88]My angel's gone to heaven
[04:36.22]He'll be happy there
[04:39.33]Sunlight and sweet clean air
[04:52.22]They gather 'round the glass
[04:59.35]Tough hewers and crutters
[05:04.59]Child trappers and putters
[05:10.38]The little foals and half-marrows
[05:16.74]Who pushed and pulled the barrows
[05:22.57]The hod boys
[05:23.73]And the rolleywaymen
[05:28.68]5.15 a.m
