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America - Hat Trick

로만짜 2014. 7. 13. 00:00

       

       

       

      You, can I make it known
      I'd like to take you home
      You been away so long
      I'd like to see you

      But when I saw you at the local hop
      I tried to take you but you made me stop
      Then I saw that you were dancing with a rent-a-cop
      Whoa, whoa!

      The minute you pulled me through
      You thought that then you knew
      If not today, I'd find a way
      To get to you

      Just a little of nothin'
      That's all you had the time to give
      Just a little of nothin'
      Ain't gonna make it worthwhile for me

      If you'd only have listened
      You'd have heard every word I said
      Just a little of nothin'
      Ain't gonna make it worthwhile for me
      Da, da, da ...

      Just a little of nothin' (Just a little of nothin')
      Just a little of nothin' (Just a little of nothin')
      Just a little of nothin' (Just a little of nothin')
      Just a little of nothin' (Just a little of nothin')

      Newton-under-Roseberry topping
      And it's cold and it's wet
      And you feel like you're part of all time

      Living in the gap between the echoes
      Feeling it hot
      And feeling it cold

      As long as there are fish in the sea
      Have a cup of tea
      Oh, as long as there are fish in the sea
      Have a cup of tea

      'Cause you are running from the ring of the golden bell
      Like a bat out of hell
      You are running from the ring of the golden bell
      Like a bat out of hell
      You are running from the ring of the golden bell
      Like a bat out of hell
      You are running from the ring of the golden bell
      Like a bat out of hell

      There's a lady across the hall
      She's telling me it's all right (all right)
      I'm tryin' to give her my all
      She's sayin' I'm uptight
      Hell of a way to spend an afternoon

      Saw a movie tonight
      Got frightened and broke down (broke down)
      Got a call in the night
      My old lady just hit town
      Take her away, she's tryin' to turn me round
      I'm nowhere to be found

      I can't unread the pages I've already read
      And I can't feed these ages left in my head
      They're already dead, yeah


      Hat Trick ('73)