Danny And My Ponies-The Who

[00:00.000] 作词 : Pete Townshend [00:01.000] 作曲 : Pete Townshend [00:10.406]Danny laid back and surveyed the view [00:14.675]A king on his bench, he was cold, he was blue [00:19.388]I asked for permission to give him a note [00:24.080]He nodded, not movin', just scratched at his throat [00:30.052] [00:33.812]Always smiled slightly, seemed so bemused [00:38.230]Like he was the one, who was glad to be used [00:43.525]I had a sense he was playin' a part [00:47.526]But I had to help, for he tore at my heart [00:52.610] [00:53.341]He would walk, his feet wrapped in rags [00:57.023]He wandered the neighborhood, carrying his bags [01:01.712]The pride in his eyes would so clearly flash [01:06.396]Like I was the one who needed the cash [01:11.805] [01:14.750]The tramps in our England, have always to walk [01:19.265]From Philip to Dorchester, fifteen miles strong [01:23.963]The tramps in our country have no where's to hug [01:28.696]Home hysterics give comfort, there's no time to talk [01:35.100] [01:37.504]Danny would lay, he'd never speak [01:42.023]Here was a man who had attained his peak [01:46.440]No fables to tell, and nothing held back [01:51.036]This was a man who had led a strong path [01:56.550] [02:00.641]Old soldier, perhaps, or a worn, old jailbird [02:05.392]Who'd never a hand clean and never a word [02:09.988]For two hundred down, my project had fled [02:14.942]Danny was gone, or may well have been dead [02:19.474] [02:20.218]He walked slowly, no hurryin' to death [02:23.989]Took in turn his view, with his very last breath [02:28.660]The river, the mist and the slightly grey sky [02:33.659]Danny was waiting, patient to die [02:39.029] [02:41.722]The tramps in our England, have always to walk [02:46.435]From Philip to Dorchester, fifteen miles strong [02:51.079]The tramps in our country have no where's to hug [02:55.826]Home hysterics give comfort, there's no time to talk [03:01.884] [03:04.503]Danny laid back, looked down and the plain [03:08.836]The king on his bench with magnificent mane [03:13.803]I asked his permission to give him a note [03:18.181]He nodded, not movin', just scratched at his throat [03:24.363] [03:27.706]It's dangerous to faction as those who live rough [03:32.599]Danny was a giant, solid and tough [03:36.979]He allowed me to gift him and scribble this song [03:41.602]Without bein' draconian, he lived just as long