Uede shoes. now they're too old to rock'n'roll and they're too young to die. so the old rocker gets out his bike to make a ton before he takes his leave. up on the a1 by scotch corner just like Ed to be. and as he flies --- Tears in his eyes --- his wind-whipped words echo the final take and he hits the trunk road doing around 120 with no room left to brake. and he was too old to rock'n'roll but he was too young t . no, you're never too old to rock'n'roll if you're too young to die.
Uede shoes. now they're too old to rock'n'roll and they're too young to die. so the old rocker gets out his bike to make a ton before he takes his leave. up on the a1 by scotch corner just like Ed to be. and as he flies --- Tears in his eyes --- his wind-whipped words echo the final take and he hits the trunk road doing around 120 with no room left to brake. and he was too old to rock'n'roll but he was too young t . no, you're never too old to rock'n'roll if you're too young to die.
Uede shoes. now they're too old to rock'n'roll and they're too young to die. so the old rocker gets out his bike to make a ton before he takes his leave. up on the a1 by scotch corner just like Ed to be. and as he flies --- Tears in his eyes --- his wind-whipped words echo the final take and he hits the trunk road doing around 120 with no room left to brake. and he was too old to rock'n'roll but he was too young t . no, you're never too old to rock'n'roll if you're too young to die.
My Sunday feeling is coming on, over me My Sunday feeling is coming on, over me Now, that the night is over, got to clear my head, so I can see Till I...
音频工程师 : Robin Black 管风琴 : John Evan 小提琴 : Darryl Way 主人声 : Ian Anderson
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指挥家 : Lou Toby 长笛 : Ian Anderson 哈蒙德管风琴 : Glenn Cornick/Ian Anderson/John Evan
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The minstrel in the gallery looked down upon the Smiling faces. Old men's cackle. He brewed a song of love and hatred --- oblique Suggestions --- ...