The Rake's Progress:Act II Scene 1: My tale shall be told (Rakewell, Shadow) - Igor Stravinsky/Mack Harrell.lrc

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[00:00.000] 作曲 : Igor Stravinsky
[00:16.899]My tale shall be told
[00:18.813]both by young and by old.
[00:30.500]Come, master, prepare
[00:33.162]your fate to dare.
[00:35.414]A favourite narration
[00:36.605]throughout the nation,
[00:38.997]remembered by all,
[00:41.447]in cottage and hall,
[00:45.841]with song and laughter for ever after.
[00:48.074]Perfumed, well-dressed,
[00:50.125]and looking your best,
[00:53.082]a bachelor of fashion,
[00:54.108]eyes hinting at passion.
[00:55.987]Your carriage young
[00:57.752]and upon your tongue
[01:01.332]the gallant speeches that Cupid teaches.
[01:05.473]For tongues will not tire around the fire.
[01:13.850]Oh! sitting at meat, the tale to repeat
[01:18.243]of the wooing and wedding,
[01:20.078]likewise the bedding of Baba,
[01:22.420]that masterwork whom nature created
[01:25.134]to be celebrated for her features dire.
[01:26.350]Shadow will guide, seek your bride.
[01:27.177]On Baba the Turk, your charms work./What deed is as great as
[01:27.209]this gorgon to mate?
[01:28.080]All will admire Tom Rakewell, Esquire.
[01:36.515]My heart beats faster.
[01:40.121]Come, come Shadow.
[01:45.726]Come, master, and do not falter,
[01:55.542]To Hymen's altar!
[02:00.995]Ye powers, inspire Tom Rakewell Esquire!

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作曲 : Igor Stravinsky
My tale shall be told
both by young and by old.
Come, master, prepare
your fate to dare.
A favourite narration
throughout the nation,
remembered by all,
in cottage and hall,
with song and laughter for ever after.
Perfumed, well-dressed,
and looking your best,
a bachelor of fashion,
eyes hinting at passion.
Your carriage young
and upon your tongue
the gallant speeches that Cupid teaches.
For tongues will not tire around the fire.
Oh! sitting at meat, the tale to repeat
of the wooing and wedding,
likewise the bedding of Baba,
that masterwork whom nature created
to be celebrated for her features dire.
Shadow will guide, seek your bride.
On Baba the Turk, your charms work./What deed is as great as
this gorgon to mate?
All will admire Tom Rakewell, Esquire.
My heart beats faster.
Come, come Shadow.
Come, master, and do not falter,
To Hymen's altar!
Ye powers, inspire Tom Rakewell Esquire!