son son歌词
Sons
Of
Scott
Walker.Sons
of
the
thief,
sons
of
the
saintWho
is
the
child
with
no
complaintSons
of
the
great
or
sons
unknownAll
were
children
like
your
ownThe
same
sweet
smiles,
the
same
sad
tearsThe
cries
at
night,
the
nightmare
fearsSons
of
the
great
or
sons
unknownAll
were
children
like
your
own....So
long
ago:
long,
long,
ago....But
sons
of
tycoons
or
sons
of
the
farmsAll
of
the
children
ran
from
your
armsThrough
fields
of
gold,
through
fields
of
ruinAll
of
the
children
vanished
too
soonIn
tow'ring
waves,
in
walls
of
fleshAmong
dying
birds
trembling
with
deathSons
of
tycoons
or
sons
of
the
farmsAll
of
the
children
ran
from
your
arms....So
long
ago:
long,
long,
ago....But
sons
of
your
sons
or
sons
passing
byChildren
we
lost
in
lullabiesSons
of
true
love
or
sons
of
regretAll
of
the
sons
you
cannot
for