@migu music@

Back-Door Angels (Palais Des Sports, Paris, 5th July 1975) - Jethro Tull

Written by：Ian Anderson

In and out of the front door ran

Twelve back door angels

Their hair was a golden brown

They didn't see me wink my eye

'Tis said they put we men to sleep

With just a snow whisper

And touch the heads of dying dogs

And make them linger

They carry their candles high

And they light the dark hours

And sweep all the country clean

With pressed and scented wild flowers

Woo woo

Ai hey

They grow all their roses red

And paint our skies blue

Drop one penny in every second bowl

Make half the beggars lose

Why do the faithful have such a will

To believe in something

And call it the name they choose

Having chosen nothing

Woo woo yeah woo