did you light This fire under me? One day I'll be a minstrel in the gallery. And paint you a picture of the queen. And if sometimes I sing to a cynical
Come, let me play with you, black satin dancer In all your giving, given is the answer Tearing life from limb and looking sweeter Than the brightest flower
And ride with us young bonny lass With the angels of the night Crack wind clatter, flesh rein bite On an out size unicorn Rough-shod winging sky blue
And here slip I --- dragging one foot in the gutter --- some only son's mother. Baker Street casualty. in the midnight echo of the shop that sells cheap
Hello sun, hello bird, hello my lady Hello breakfast, may I buy you again tomorrow?
made The minstrel in the gallery Looked down on the rabbit-run And threw away his looking-glass He saw his face in everyone The minstrel in the gallery
There was a little boy stood on a burning log, did you light my smile; or did you light this fire under me? One day I'll be a minstrel in the gallery.
There's a haze on the skyline, to wish me on my way. And there's a note on the telephone --- some roses on a tray. And the motorway's stretching right
``Big bottled Fraulein, put your weight on me,'' said the pig-me to the whore, desperate for more in his assault upon the mountain. In the doorway of
Well, I saw a bird today, flying from a bush and the wind blew it away And the black-eyed mother sun scorched the butterfly at play Velvet veined, I saw
The minstrel in the gallery looked down upon the smiling faces. He met the gazes observed the spaces between the old men's cackle. He brewed a song of
The minstrel in the gallery looked down upon the smiling faces. He met the gazes observed the spaces between the old men's cackle. Maaaary.....
译文: 杰思罗蒂尤尔. 明斯特雷尔在画廊.
译文: 杰思罗蒂尤尔. 在画廊吟游诗人（编辑版）.
: The minstrel in the gallery looked down upon the smiling faces. He met the gazes observed the spaces between the old men's cackle. He brewed a
: The minstrel in the gallery looked down upon the smiling faces. He met the gazes observed the spaces between the old men's cackle. Maaaary.....
