reached a deadline A press headline, every sorrow Blues value is news value Tomorrow Blues Twentieth century blues Are getting me down Blues Escape those weary Twentieth century blues
译文: 玛丽安斯福尔. 20世纪蓝调.
a deadline, A press headline, Every sorrow. Blues value Is news value Tomorrow. Blues? Twentieth century blues Are getting me down. Blues? Escape those weary Twentieth century blues
Oh, show me the way to the next whisky bar, Oh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why! For we must find the next whisky bar For if we don't find the whisky
Au fond de la seine Il y a de l'or, Des bateaux rouilles, Des bijoux, des armes. Au fond de la seine Il y a des morts. Au fond de la seine Il y a des
In the wintertime Keep your feet warm, Keep your clothes on And don't forget me. Keep the memory, But keep your powder dry, too. In the summer By the
I'm much too sentimental, My heart is never free. Perhaps it's accidental That love should come to me. Some little thing within me Protects me for a
Now we move on, we move on a bit in time. Not much, but a little. We are now in Paris at the end of the Second World War, and the allies have come in
My madeleine of Paris She'll laugh and dance and sing To cheer the weary soldier At his homecoming. A little room together, An hour of love to spend
You lads see me wash the glasses, wipe the floors, Make the beds, I'm the best of servants. You can kindly throw me pennies and I'll thank you very much
same shark, This poor sweet shark, It sheds red blood When it bleeds. Mackie big knife Wears a white glove, Pure in word and Pure in deed. Sunday morning Lovely blue
You saw the wise man salomon, You know what 'came of him. To him the world seemed clear as day, He cursed the sad hour that he saw the sign, He knew
Now we've come to this good ending Happily all hands unite, And with money in your pocket You can clean up, price is right. There are some who dwell
What was sent to the soldier's wife From the ancient city of prague? From prague came a pair of high heeled shoes, With a kiss or two came the high heeled
pipe out of your mouth, you rat. Surabaya Johnny, No one's meaner than you. Surabaya Johnny, My god? and I still love you so. Surabaya Johnny, Why am I feeling so blue
Want to buy some illusions Slightly used, second-hand? They were lovely illusions, Reaching high, built on sand. They had a touch of paradise, A spell
I walk along the street of sorrow The boulevard of broken dreams Where gigolo and gigolette Can take a kiss without regret So they forget their broken
