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The Rake's Progress:Act I Scene 1: My Anne, behold (Rakewell, Anne, Trulove, Shadow) - Igor Stravinsky/Mack Harrell.lrc

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[00:00.000] 作曲 : Igor Stravinsky
[00:00.657]My Anne, behold,
[00:06.339]for doubt had fled our view.
[00:10.153]The skies are clear
[00:12.916]and every path is true.
[00:16.190]The joyous fount I see
[00:19.863]that brings increase
[00:23.009]to fields of promise and the groves of peace.
[00:32.703]Oh clement love!
[00:36.549]My children, may God bless you
[00:41.472]even as a father!
[00:42.892]Sir! may Nick address you
[00:46.994]a moment in your bliss?.
[00:51.019]Even in carefree May
[00:54.339]a thriving fortune has its roots of care:
[00:58.867]Attorneys crouched
[01:01.510]like gardeners to pay,
[01:02.970]bowers of paper only seals repair.
[01:07.845]We must be off to London.
[01:10.805]They can wait.
[01:13.127]No, Tom, your man is right.
[01:16.115]Things must be done.
[01:18.076]The sooner you settle your estate,
[01:20.881]the sooner you and Anne can be as one.
[01:26.206]Father is right, dear Tom.
[01:28.571]A coach in wait is down the road.
[01:32.939]Well then, if Fortune sow a crop
[01:38.825]that wax and pen must cultivate,
[01:43.382]let's fly to husbandry
[01:48.232]and make it grow.
[02:03.180]I'll call the coachman, sir.
[02:05.761]Should you not mind,
[02:07.542]I'll tell you of his needs.
[02:10.080]Sir, you are kind.
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作曲 : Igor Stravinsky
My Anne, behold,
for doubt had fled our view.
The skies are clear
and every path is true.
The joyous fount I see
that brings increase
to fields of promise and the groves of peace.
Oh clement love!
My children, may God bless you
even as a father!
Sir! may Nick address you
a moment in your bliss?.
Even in carefree May
a thriving fortune has its roots of care:
Attorneys crouched
like gardeners to pay,
bowers of paper only seals repair.
We must be off to London.
They can wait.
No, Tom, your man is right.
Things must be done.
The sooner you settle your estate,
the sooner you and Anne can be as one.
Father is right, dear Tom.
A coach in wait is down the road.
Well then, if Fortune sow a crop
that wax and pen must cultivate,
let's fly to husbandry
and make it grow.
I'll call the coachman, sir.
Should you not mind,
I'll tell you of his needs.
Sir, you are kind.

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