A Tale They Won't Believe (Live)-Weddings Parties Anything

歌手 : Weddings Parties Anything

专辑 : They Were Better Live

语种 : 英语

时长 : 09:01

DOLBY 杜比全景声下载

臻品母带下载

臻品全景声下载

臻品音质

HIRES Hi-Res 下载

FLAC 无损flac 百度云网盘下载

APE 无损ape 格式下载

320MP3 极高mp3 歌曲下载

128MP3 标准mp3 百度网盘下载

192OGG 较高ogg 下载

192AAC 较高aac 下载

96AAC 标准aac 百度云下载

TXT A Tale They Won't Believe (Live)-Weddings Parties Anything 文本歌词

A Tale They Won't Believe (Live) - Weddings Parties Anything

We left Macquarie Harbour it was in the pouring rain

None of us quite sure if we would see England again

Some fool muttered death or liberty

There was six of us together a jolly hungry crew

And as the days went by you know our hunger quickly grew

Some fool muttered death or liberty

So that night we made fires out of twigs and out of bark

And our stomachs they were grumbling all through the night so dark

We were only trying to keep ourselves alive

But when the sun came up next morning well the six had turned to five

And I said right theres another one dont you frown

Chew the meat and hold it down Its a tale they wont believe

When I get down to Hobart town

All five of us were nervous and I'll tell you thats a fact

Bu you should have seen the bastard who was carrying the axe

He was a sick man he had murder in his heart

And then we reached the Franklin River and it took two days to cross

We were wet and almost starvin and for food were at a loss

We were hungry men with murder on our minds

So that night we made a fire out of twigs and out of bark

And our stomachs they were rumbling all through the night so dark

And they were making noises the dead could not ignore

And when the sun came up next morning

The five had turned to four

And I said right theres another one dont you frown

Chew the meat and hold it down Its a tale they wont believe

When I get down to Hobart town

Well the four of us kept marching to a place called Western Teirs

A country full of tasty game but for us it held no cheer

We had no guns we were traveling without hope

But the axe it loomed so ominous and God's hand was at play

A sick man is a type of game which can not run away

So stay easy my poor man your time's at hand

So that night we made fires out of twigs and out of bark

And our stomachs they were grumbling all through the night so dark

I can't say I feel guilty after all it wasn't me

But when the sun came up next morning the four had turned to three

And I said right theres another one dont you frown

Chew the meat and hold it down Its a tale they wont believe

When I get down to Hobart town

Well the three of us kept moving but one was fading fast

He had been bitten by a snake and you could see he would not last

Stay easy my good man your time is at hand

And when he could last no longer his days were fading fast

We were far to weak to carry him subsistency comes first

Stay easy my good man your time is at hand

So that night we made fires out of twigs and out of bark

And our stomachs they were grumbling all through the night so dark

It was a messy job but it was one we had to do

But when the sun came up next morning the three had turned to two

And I said right theres another one dont you frown

Chew the meat and hold it down Its a tale they wont believe

When I get down to Hobart town

Now he had been looking at me funny sort of eyeing me for days

And you would not need to be too bright to know that bastards ways:

He was a sick man he had murder in his heart

But even bastards have to rest and even bastards have to sleep

And when he was in the land of Nod straight over I did creep

And the axe that he had wielded now was mine

So that night I made the fire out of twigs and out of bark

And my stomach it kept rumbling all through the night so dark

I cant say that I enjoyed it and it wasnt exactly fun

But when the sun came up next morning the two had turned to one

And I said right theres another one dont you frown

Chew the meat and hold it down Its a tale they wont believe

When I get down to Hobart town

Well now history is a pack of lies as any fool can tell

So when I got down to Hobart town I told my story well

But do you think they would believe one word I said

For they thought that I was covering for my mates still at large

Said theyd be roaming in the bush so wild and free

And back to old Macquarie Harbour they sent me

But I remember the fires made out of twigs and made of bark

And my stomach it was grumbling all through the night so dark

And this young fool he just said to me it's liberty or death

And he looked a rather tasty one I just could not help it singing

And I said right theres another one dont you frown

Chew the meat and hold it down Its a tale they wont believe

When I get down to I get down to I get down to Hobart town