[ti:] [ar:] [al:] [by:时间戳工具V2.0_20200810] [offset:0] [00:09.87]Danny laid back and surveyed the view [00:14.40]A king on his bench he was cold he was blue [00:19.08]I asked for permission to give him a note [00:23.85]He nodded not movin' just scratched at his throat [00:33.54]Always smiled slightly seemed so bemused [00:37.98]Like he was the one who was glad to be used [00:43.20]I had a sense he was playin' a part [00:47.40]But I had to help for he tore at my heart [00:53.01]He would walk his feet wrapped in rags [00:56.79]He wandered the neighborhood carrying his bags [01:01.41]The pride in his eyes would so clearly flash [01:06.12]Like I was the one who needed the cash [01:14.31]The tramps in our England have always to walk [01:19.17]From Philip to Dorchester fifteen miles strong [01:23.73]The tramps in our country have no where's to hug [01:28.56]Home hysterics give comfort there's no time to talk [01:37.11]Danny would lay he'd never speak [01:41.82]Here was a man who had attained his peak [01:46.47]No fables to tell and nothing held back [01:51.18]This was a man who had led a strong path [02:00.27]Old soldier perhaps or a worn old jailbird [02:05.28]Who'd never a hand clean and never a word [02:09.78]For two hundred down my project had fled [02:14.76]Danny was gone or may well have been dead [02:19.74]He walked slowly no hurryin' to death [02:23.85]Took in turn his view with his very last breath [02:28.56]The river the mist and the slightly grey sky [02:33.69]Danny was waiting patient to die [02:41.37]The tramps in our England have always to walk [02:46.17]From Philip to Dorchester fifteen miles strong [02:50.88]The tramps in our country have no where's to hug [02:55.62]Home hysterics give comfort there's no time to talk [03:04.17]Danny laid back looked down and the plain [03:08.25]The king on his bench with magnificent mane [03:13.20]I asked his permission to give him a note [03:17.97]He nodded not movin' just scratched at his throat [03:27.42]It's dangerous to faction as those who live rough [03:32.43]Danny was a giant solid and tough [03:36.81]He allowed me to gift him and scribble this song [03:41.31]Without bein' draconian he lived just as long