London
I wander through each chartered street,
Near where the chartered Thames does flow,
And mark in every face I meet
Marks of weakness, marks of woe
In every cry of every man,
In every infant's cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forged manacles I hear.
How the chimney-sweeper's cry
Every blackening church appalls,
And the hapless soldier's sigh
Runs in blood down palace walls
But most, through midnight streets I hear
How the youthful harlot's curse
Blasts the new-born infant's tear
And blights with plagues the marriage hearse
I wander through each chartered street,
Near where the chartered Thames does flow,
And mark in every face I meet
Marks of weakness, marks of woe
LondonLRC歌词
[00:11.41]I wander through each chartered street,
[00:16.74]Near where the chartered Thames does flow,
[00:21.97]And mark in every face I meet
[00:27.55]Marks of weakness, marks of woe
[00:42.64]In every cry of every man,
[00:47.72]In every infant's cry of fear,
[00:52.70]In every voice, in every ban,
[00:57.82]The mind-forged manacles I hear.
[01:23.33]How the chimney-sweeper's cry
[01:28.41]Every blackening church appalls,
[01:33.44]And the hapless soldier's sigh
[01:38.31]Runs in blood down palace walls
[02:03.55]But most, through midnight streets I hear
[02:09.42]How the youthful harlot's curse
[02:14.41]Blasts the new-born infant's tear
[02:19.29]And blights with plagues the marriage hearse
[02:24.55]I wander through each chartered street,
[02:30.11]Near where the chartered Thames does flow,
[02:34.23]And mark in every face I meet
[02:39.17]Marks of weakness, marks of woe
