[00:00.00]90听音乐网 www.90T8.com [00:12.29]In England's pleasant green [00:14.61]Like a picture postcard scene [00:17.23]To childhood spread with fond maternal care [00:21.91]From the day that he was born [00:23.81]Proud relations came to fawn [00:26.59]And compliment his pretty golden hair [00:33.86]In boyhood sent away [00:35.95]To a boarding school to stay [00:38.48]It's crumbling proud traditions forced to bear [00:43.11]And his friends in this new world [00:45.44]Said he looks more like a girl [00:47.79]With those blue eyes and pretty golden hair [00:55.51]Fades secluded youth [00:57.20]Into manhood's search for truth [00:59.80]His mother's eyes now wet had turned to stare [01:04.58]For he said I must be bound [01:06.84]This day for London town [01:09.29]For I believe my fortune's waiting there [01:16.51]So like an eager cutting knife [01:18.94]He plunged in a new life [01:21.28]Oh never known beforehand anywhere [01:25.94]And the thought that he might trip [01:28.25]In his ignorance and slip [01:30.44]Never struck beneath his pretty golden hair [01:37.88]Ah the days soon grew thin and boredom fast set in [01:42.52]His job was thrown away without a care [01:47.00]For a man who softly said [01:49.11]You'll earn twice as much instead [01:51.94]With those blue eyes and pretty golden hair [01:59.12]Well London town possessed [02:01.16]Of many a tempter's nest [02:03.76]And thus he fell with scarce another care [02:08.54]As so easily he slipped [02:10.90]Into prostitution's grip [02:13.27]Foundationed by his pretty golden hair [02:22.93]Ah the years quickly flew [02:25.21]And his mind slowly grew [02:27.71]From early freedom into deep despair [02:32.53]As the money ceased to roll [02:34.71]A tired and lonely soul [02:37.30]Poured curses on his pretty golden hair [02:44.59]Ah the years stole their time [02:46.79]Now the living's hard to find [02:49.26]And early friends have vanished in the air [02:54.06]And the gay parties's ease [02:56.22]Changed to public lavatories [02:58.63]Have turned to grey his pretty golden hair [03:05.94]Oh his life was only used [03:08.21]And his body just abused [03:10.63]By those who never think and never care [03:15.34]But his file said suicide [03:18.19]No that wasn't why he died [03:21.76]It was murder by his pretty golden hair
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[00:00.00]90听音乐网 www.90T8.com[00:12.29]In England's pleasant green
[00:14.61]Like a picture postcard scene
[00:17.23]To childhood spread with fond maternal care
[00:21.91]From the day that he was born
[00:23.81]Proud relations came to fawn
[00:26.59]And compliment his pretty golden hair
[00:33.86]In boyhood sent away
[00:35.95]To a boarding school to stay
[00:38.48]It's crumbling proud traditions forced to bear
[00:43.11]And his friends in this new world
[00:45.44]Said he looks more like a girl
[00:47.79]With those blue eyes and pretty golden hair
[00:55.51]Fades secluded youth
[00:57.20]Into manhood's search for truth
[00:59.80]His mother's eyes now wet had turned to stare
[01:04.58]For he said I must be bound
[01:06.84]This day for London town
[01:09.29]For I believe my fortune's waiting there
[01:16.51]So like an eager cutting knife
[01:18.94]He plunged in a new life
[01:21.28]Oh never known beforehand anywhere
[01:25.94]And the thought that he might trip
[01:28.25]In his ignorance and slip
[01:30.44]Never struck beneath his pretty golden hair
[01:37.88]Ah the days soon grew thin and boredom fast set in
[01:42.52]His job was thrown away without a care
[01:47.00]For a man who softly said
[01:49.11]You'll earn twice as much instead
[01:51.94]With those blue eyes and pretty golden hair
[01:59.12]Well London town possessed
[02:01.16]Of many a tempter's nest
[02:03.76]And thus he fell with scarce another care
[02:08.54]As so easily he slipped
[02:10.90]Into prostitution's grip
[02:13.27]Foundationed by his pretty golden hair
[02:22.93]Ah the years quickly flew
[02:25.21]And his mind slowly grew
[02:27.71]From early freedom into deep despair
[02:32.53]As the money ceased to roll
[02:34.71]A tired and lonely soul
[02:37.30]Poured curses on his pretty golden hair
[02:44.59]Ah the years stole their time
[02:46.79]Now the living's hard to find
[02:49.26]And early friends have vanished in the air
[02:54.06]And the gay parties's ease
[02:56.22]Changed to public lavatories
[02:58.63]Have turned to grey his pretty golden hair
[03:05.94]Oh his life was only used
[03:08.21]And his body just abused
[03:10.63]By those who never think and never care
[03:15.34]But his file said suicide
[03:18.19]No that wasn't why he died
[03:21.76]It was murder by his pretty golden hair
