โหลดเพลง mp3 The City - Ed Sheeran

The City - Ed Sheeran (艾德·希兰)
Written by：Jake Gosling/Ed Sheeran

This city never sleeps

I hear the people walk by when it's late

Sirens bleed through my windowsill
I can't close my eyes
Can't control what I'm into

This tower is alive

The lights that blind keep me awake

With my hood up and lace untied

Sleep fills my mind
Can't control what I'm into

London calls me a stranger

A traveler

Oh this is now my home my home

Oh I'm burning on the back street
Oh stuck here sitting in the backseat
Oh I'm blazing on the street
What I do isn't up to you
And if the city never sleeps
Then that makes two

The pavement is my friend

And it will take me where I need to go

I find it trips me up

And puts me down

This is not what I'm used to

The shop across the road

Fulfills my needs and gives me company
When I need it
Voices speak through my walls

I don't think I'm gonna make it
Past tomorrow

London calls me a stranger

A traveler

Oh this is now my home my home

Oh I'm burning on the back street
Oh stuck here sitting in the backseat
Oh and I'm blazing on the street
What I do isn't up to you
And if the city never sleeps
Then that makes two

And my lungs hurt

And my ears bled

With the sound of the city life
Echoed in my head

Do I need this to keep me alive
The traffic stops and starts
But I need to move along

I'm from a city where the rain won't cease
Pollution in the air matches that on the street
Cuase the black smoke gets you head into a muddle like
Walking into elephant syringes in the puddle like
I was a country boy when I moved out
Grew up too fast for my family to find out
Now I try to stop my music running into nosedives
Can't resort to arrogance with white lies

This city won't erase me
But I can't help to see how this dark city changed me
It's all the same scene music is my life
But I try to fight whatever I need to hide from
North South East West London's my home now
Knees weak we never slow down
Now I start to do my music properly
And stay away from all the negative sh*t that will follow me

London calls me a stranger

This is not my home now my home
Oh I'm burning on the back street
Oh stuck here sitting in the backseat
Oh I'm blazing on the street
What I do isn't up to you
And if the city never sleeps
Then that makes two

Oh I'm burning on the back street
Oh stuck here sitting in the backseat
Oh I'm blazing on the street

What I do isn't up to you
And if the city never sleeps
Then that makes two