[00:00.00] 作词 : Reid
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Harold Wilson Reid
[00:05.81]She was called a scarlet woman by the people
[00:10.04]Who would go to church but left me in the street
[00:14.70]With no parents of my own,
[00:16.96]I never had a home
[00:19.64]And an eighteen year old boy has got to eat.
[00:24.00]She found me outside one
[00:27.11]Sunday morning
[00:28.82]Begging money from a man
[00:30.63]I didn't know
[00:33.62]She took me in and wiped away my childhood
[00:37.91]A woman of the streets this lady Rose.
[00:42.79]This bed of Rose's thatI lay on
[00:47.70]Where I was taught to be a man
[00:52.24]This bed of Rose's where I'm livin'
[00:56.85]Is the only kind of life
[00:58.89]I understand.
[01:02.10]She was a handsome woman, just thirty-five
[01:10.90]Who was spoken to in town by very few
[01:15.46]She managed a late evening business
[01:19.97]Like most of the town wished they could do.
[01:25.06]And I learned all the things that a man should know
[01:29.36]From a woman not approved of
[01:31.46]I suppose
[01:33.95]But she died knowing that
[01:36.21]I really loved her
[01:38.56]Off life's bramble bush,
[01:40.43]I picked a rose.
[01:43.42]This bed of Rose's that I lay on
[01:47.91]Where I was taught to be a man
[01:52.74]This bed of Rose's where I'm livin'
[01:57.23]Is the only kind of life
[01:59.44]I understand.
[02:02.39]This bed of Rose's that I lay on
[02:06.70]Where I was taught to be a man
[02:11.17]This bed of Rose's
[02:13.30]where I'm livin'
[02:15.74]Is the only kind of life
[02:17.93]I understand.
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作词 : Reid
作曲 : Harold Wilson Reid
She was called a scarlet woman by the people
Who would go to church but left me in the street
With no parents of my own,
I never had a home
And an eighteen year old boy has got to eat.
She found me outside one
Sunday morning
Begging money from a man
I didn't know
She took me in and wiped away my childhood
A woman of the streets this lady Rose.
This bed of Rose's thatI lay on
Where I was taught to be a man
This bed of Rose's where I'm livin'
Is the only kind of life
I understand.
She was a handsome woman, just thirty-five
Who was spoken to in town by very few
She managed a late evening business
Like most of the town wished they could do.
And I learned all the things that a man should know
From a woman not approved of
I suppose
But she died knowing that
I really loved her
Off life's bramble bush,
I picked a rose.
This bed of Rose's that I lay on
Where I was taught to be a man
This bed of Rose's where I'm livin'
Is the only kind of life
I understand.
This bed of Rose's that I lay on
Where I was taught to be a man
This bed of Rose's
where I'm livin'
Is the only kind of life
I understand.