I haven?t got a penny To wander the dark streets of London To wander the dark streets of London To wander the dark streets of London
번역: Pogues. 런던의 어두운 거리.
That comes to the streets around Christmas time And I'm buggered to damnation And I haven't got a penny To wander the dark streets of London Every time
chill That comes to the streets around Christmas time And I'm buggered to damnation And I haven't got a penny To wander the dark streets of London Every
I haven't got a penny To wander the dark streets of London To wander the dark streets of London To wander the dark streets of London
At night they would go walking till the breaking of the day The morning is for sleeping Through the dark streets they go searching to see God in their
what you thinkin bout london city aye, Wachu fink u kna ? Big ben tells the time Background a??east London, ghetto, west London, ghetto, north London
streets where it's evil Community outcast, cold, tired and feeble I represent for the people Let down by a nation And left in the streets where it's
sinning Got a dark heart wicked with my ras clart lyrics I'm a bad boy you don't wanna start no shit with [Chorus] We ain't got no time (No time on these streets
I noticed when I walked in the room went dark somebody better call the police there's a guy here with no heart he said he goes by the name of Skepta he
Somewhere in the distance, I hear the bells ring Darkness settles on the town as the children start to sing And the lady 'cross the street, she shuts
to sea ships, to bein' chased by New York Cops out the precincts an' words was bricks We buildin' projects to pyramids Evil kid, I destroy your ass like London
deep inside to stay O little town of Bethlehem how still we see Thee lie Above Thy deep and dreamless sleep the silent stars go by Yet in Thy dark streets
on street sayin' it's a tune! Cause this is out of this world, the Moon! Tell ma' sons call it the eclipse, Who? Be gettin' dark with the script, Who?
the air People watchin' everywhere Rush hour, slow it down Stop and listen to the summer sound Playing in the park and street talkin' London Town is walkin', walkin' London
At a crossroads in London As the winter winds whipped through my hair I noticed everyone stared at the ground And passed by like I wasn't there I watched
? the strand And he stopped the whole street with a wave of his hand And as we stood talkin? of days that are gone The whole town of London stood
