歌曲名 The Sun Never Shines On The Poor

歌手名 Richard & Linda Thompson

作词：Richard Thompson

作曲：Richard Thompson

The urchins are writhing around in the mud

Like eels playing tag in a barrel

The old sally army sound mournful and sweet

As they play an old Christmassy carol

The world is as black as a dark night in hell

What kind of a place can this be

Old people like hermit crabs run into doorways

All fearing to say do you feel a downtrodden

as me

Ting a ling ting a ling the devil

he leans on your bell

The future looks black as before

And the sun never shines

the sun never shines on the poor

The rich man he dreams of his gold and his plate

And his house and his car and his women

The poor man he dreams

of his one roomed estate

And his wage packet short by one shilling

The last penny falls through a hole

in your jeans

Now ain't that the way when you're down

Just walking in circles for the rest of your life

And feeling so low that your chin scrapes

along the ground

Ting a ling ting a ling the devil

he leans on your bell

The future looks black as before

And the sun never shines

the sun never shines on the poor

Now some of the people are poor in the purse

They don't have the cash at the read

And some of the people are crippled and lame

They can never stand up true and steady

And some of the people are poor in the head

Like the simpleton fools that you see

But most of the people are poor in the heart

It's the worst kind of poor

it's the worst kind of poor you can be

Ting a ling ting a ling the devil

he leans on your bell

The future looks black as before

And the sun never shines

oh the sun never shines on the poor