ฟังเพลงGrizabella, The Glamour Cat

Grizabella, The Glamour Cat - The Hit Crew (热歌组合)

She haunted many a low resort

Near the grimy road of Tottenham Court

She flitted about the No-Man's Land

From "The Rising Sun" to "The Friend at Hand"

And the postman sighed as he scratched his head

"You really had thought she ought to be dead

And who would ever suppose that that

Was Grizabella the Glamour Cat "

Grizabella the Glamour Cat

Grizabella the Glamour Cat

Who would ever suppose that that

Was Grizabella the Glamour Cat

Midnight not a sound from the pavement

Has the moon lost her memory

She is standing alone

In the lamplight the withered leaves collect at my feet

And the wind begins to moan