歌手: Glen Campbell
时长: 02:44
Folk Singer - Glen Campbell (格伦·坎贝尔)[00:00:00]
Written by:Johnny Cash[00:00:01]
As I walk these narrow streets where a million passin'[00:00:12]
Feet are before me[00:00:16]
With my guitar in my hand suddenly I realize nobody[00:00:23]
Knows me[00:00:29]
Well yesterday the motor toots screamed and cried my name[00:00:34]
Out for a song[00:00:38]
Now the streets are empty and the crowds they go[00:00:46]
On home[00:00:51]
With the rain on my face there's no place where[00:00:56]
I belong[00:01:01]
And my whole life consists of a story of poem[00:01:07]
At a song[00:01:12]
Now the truths I've tried to tell you are as[00:01:18]
Distant as the moon[00:01:21]
More than hundred years too late two hundred years too[00:01:30]
Soon[00:01:35]
I'm a child of the sage[00:01:39]
Lord's been in the[00:01:43]
Pages of a book[00:01:44]
But when I'm dust and clay[00:01:50]
Where other people stop[00:01:53]
And to look[00:01:56]
And will they marvel and the miracles[00:02:01]
And perform into the[00:02:04]
High size to spider[00:02:06]
Oh will they take the pages of the book[00:02:14]
To light of fire[00:02:17]
With the rain on my face[00:02:23]
There's no place where[00:02:26]
I belong[00:02:28]