Ballad of the Sad Young Men - Roberta Flack (罗贝塔·弗兰克)

Sing a song of sad young men

Glasses full of rhythm

All the news is bad again

Kiss your dreams goodbye

All the sad young men

Sitting in the bars

Drinking up the nights

And missing all the stars

All the sad young men

Drifting through the town

Drinking up the night

Trying not to drown

All the sad young men

Singing in the cold

Trying to forget

That they're growing old

All the sad young men

Choking on their youth

Trying to be brave

Running from the truth

Autumn turns the leaves to gold

Slowly dies the heart

Sad young men are growing old

That's the cruellest part

All the sad young men

Seek a certain smile

Someone they can hold

For just a little while

Tired little girl

She does the best

She does the best that she can

Trying to be gay

For a sad young men

While a grimy moon

Glance up above

All the sad young men

They play and making love

And making love

Misbegotten moon shine

For sad young men

Let your gentle light

Guide them home again

All the sad sad sad young men