I wander through each chartered street,
near where the chartered Thames does flow,
and mark in every face I meet
marks of weakness, marks of woe
in every cry of every man,
in every infant's cry of fear,
in every voice, in every ban,
the mind-forged manacles I hear.
how the chimney-sweeper's cry
every blackening church appalls,
and the hapless soldier's sigh
runs in blood down palace walls
but most, through midnight streets I hear
how the youthful harlot's curse
blasts the new-born infant's tear
and blights with plagues the marriage hearse
I wander through each chartered street,
near where the chartered Thames does flow,
and mark in every face I meet
marks of weakness, marks of woe
- 专辑:Someday I Will Treat You Good
- 歌手:Sparklehorse
- 歌曲:London