Rue des blancs-manteaux - Marc Almond
歌曲信息
歌曲名：Rue des blancs-manteaux
歌手：Marc Almond
所属专辑：Absinthe: The French Album
发行时间：1993-01-01
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Rue des blancs-manteaux - Marc Almond 文本歌词
Rue des blancs-manteaux - Marc Almond
They raised a wooden stage
Threw some bran in a basket
And there was the scaffold
In the Rue des Blancs-Manteaux
In the Rue des Blancs-Manteaux
The executioner rose at dawn
He had a job to do
He must chop the generals bishops and admirals too
In the Rue des Blancs-Manteaux
Into the Rue des Blancs-Manteaux
Came the well-bred women
With their precious jewels
But the heads they turned them
Rolling from on high
Heads stuck in their hats
In the gutter of the Blancs-Manteaux
They raised a wooden stage
Threw some bran in a basket
And there was the scaffold
In the Rue des Blancs-Manteaux
In the Rue des Blancs-Manteaux
The executioner rose at dawn
He had a job to do
He must chop the generals bishops and admirals too
In the Rue des Blancs-Manteaux
Into the Rue des Blancs-Manteaux
Came the well-bred women
With their precious jewels
But the heads they turned them
Rolling from on high
Heads stuck in their hats
In the gutter of the Blancs-Manteaux
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