[00:00.000] 作词 : Mark Knopfler
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Mark Knopfler
[00:46.630]Pennies from heaven
[00:48.290]Don't make me laugh
[00:50.180]Here all you'll get
[00:51.420]Is the pattering rain
[00:53.510]Or yon two crows up over the hill
[00:57.200]Looking for winterkill
[01:01.140]Always at your boots
[01:03.130]The mud behind the byre
[01:06.470]With its clammy hold
[01:09.600]mock you up a grave
[01:10.760]Here in the mire of a wrecked sheepfold
[01:14.190]
[01:16.630]And all you'll bring to this
[01:18.800]Is muscle and grit
[01:21.260]Persistence, that's just about it
[01:24.700]What made you think
[01:25.590]There'd be a living in sheep?
[01:28.040]Eat, work, eat, work and sleep
[01:31.520]
[01:35.210]Duck under the eaves
[01:36.300]Of the bothy
[01:38.090]To sit here, caged by rain
[01:42.120]Somewhere to go conjure
[01:43.800]A next move
[01:44.910]When I have to think again
[01:50.190]The dog lifts his gaze to plead
[01:54.000]Believes the wizard has a magic stick
[01:57.100]******************************
[01:59.540]I give an unholy hand to lick
[02:01.940]
[02:04.700]I take a swig of sheep dip
[02:05.930]From my flask
[02:09.489]And once again I ask
[02:11.999]What made you think
[02:13.149]There'd be a living in sheep?
[02:15.499]Eat, work, eat, work and sleep
[02:19.279]
[02:42.740]They were at this game
[02:43.939]Two hundred years ago
[02:46.779]Had thirty ways
[02:47.779]Of dying young, poor souls
[02:50.470]Laid to rest in their soggy rows
[02:53.159]Rain on their holy books
[02:58.129]Blood and whisky
[02:59.779]On the tongue
[03:02.990]And no one watching over anyone
[03:06.990]No one left but your stubborn one
[03:09.389]And the crows and rooks
[03:12.929]
[03:15.809]Ah, the dying young
[03:19.989]Well I'm not done
[03:22.379]You watch me and I'll watch thee
[03:25.559]I can still work for two men
[03:27.509]And drink for three
[03:28.900]
[03:30.590]And I raise my flask
[03:30.889]To the clearing skies
[03:33.689]To you, sweepers
[03:34.820]You carrion spies
[03:38.070]To scavenge and survive
[03:41.049]If you can do it so can I
[03:43.889]

作词 : Mark Knopfler
作曲 : Mark Knopfler
Pennies from heaven
Don't make me laugh
Here all you'll get
Is the pattering rain
Or yon two crows up over the hill
Looking for winterkill
Always at your boots
The mud behind the byre
With its clammy hold
mock you up a grave
Here in the mire of a wrecked sheepfold
And all you'll bring to this
Is muscle and grit
Persistence, that's just about it
What made you think
There'd be a living in sheep?
Eat, work, eat, work and sleep
Duck under the eaves
Of the bothy
To sit here, caged by rain
Somewhere to go conjure
A next move
When I have to think again
The dog lifts his gaze to plead
Believes the wizard has a magic stick
******************************
I give an unholy hand to lick
I take a swig of sheep dip
From my flask
And once again I ask
What made you think
There'd be a living in sheep?
Eat, work, eat, work and sleep
They were at this game
Two hundred years ago
Had thirty ways
Of dying young, poor souls
Laid to rest in their soggy rows
Rain on their holy books
Blood and whisky
On the tongue
And no one watching over anyone
No one left but your stubborn one
And the crows and rooks
Ah, the dying young
Well I'm not done
You watch me and I'll watch thee
I can still work for two men
And drink for three
And I raise my flask
To the clearing skies
To you, sweepers
You carrion spies
To scavenge and survive
If you can do it so can I