人心不古,现在的MM向钱看--听歌有感

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    cnmddjb
    最近迷上the Star Of The County Down,歌词歌曲都很不错,讲的也就是路遇美女,震惊,然后准备在丰收节上凭实力追到。联想到本班一大款因为大款所以OOXX无数,只是据说没一个处的(其实难说,没准是放流言者的酸葡萄心理),只有叹人心不古。

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    感觉很快乐的版本
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    一口琴网版主的慢版

    In banbridge town in the county down
    One morning last july,
    From a boreen green came a sweet colleen
    And she smiled as she passed me by.
    She looked so sweet fronn her two bare feet
    To the sheen of her nut brown hair.
    Such a coaxing elf, sure i shook myself
    For to see i was really there.

    Chorus:
    From bantry bay up to derry quay and
    From galway to dublin town,
    No maid i've seen like the brown colleen
    That i met in the county down.


    As she onward sped, sure i scratched my head,
    And i looked with a feelin' rare,
    And i say's, say's i, to a passer-by,
    "whose the maid with the nut brown hair"?
    He smiled at me and he says's, say's he,
    "that's the gem of ireland's crown.
    It's rosie mccann from the banks of the bann,
    She's the star of the county down".


    Chorus:
    From bantry bay up to derry ouay and
    From galway to dublin town,
    No maid i've seen like the brown colleen
    That i met in the county down.


    At the harvest fair she'll be surely there
    And i'll dress in my sunday clothes,
    With my shoes shone bright and my hat cocked
    Right for a smile from my nut brown rose.
    No pipe i'll smoke, no horse i'll yoke
    Till my plough turns rust coloured brown.
    Till a smiling bride, by my own fireside
    Sits the star of the county down.


    Chorus / repeat
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    cnmddjb