Other Exercises
Philby 
Medium
by Rory Gallagher
Fill In the blanks, then press Score to check your answers
Now ain't it strange that I like Philby,
There's a in my soul,
I'm lost in transit in a city,
I can't come in from the cold,
I'm in action on a secret mission,
Contact's broken down,
Time drags by, I'm suspicion,
There's a voice on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Well it is dark in this clockwork city,
Contact's gonna show,
I've got a code which can't be broken,
My eyes never seem to close,
Well, I'm standing in the silent city,
falling down,
I'm disconnected but I don't pity,
The night's gonna on slow.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now ain't it funny that I feel like Philby,
A stranger on a shore,
I've got my and I quickly,
There's a knock the door,
Still in and I'm close to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's getting strange and it's getting crazy,
Tell me, is going on?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
o'clock and nothing's moving,
Six o'clock and the daylight's stirring,
A comes, be moving on.
All night long my mind's been burning,
Makes me feel such a long, long way from home,
Now ain't it strange that I feel like Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul
I'm in in a city
I can't come in from the cold
There's a in my soul,
I'm lost in transit in a city,
I can't come in from the cold,
I'm in action on a secret mission,
Contact's broken down,
Time drags by, I'm suspicion,
There's a voice on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Well it is dark in this clockwork city,
Contact's gonna show,
I've got a code which can't be broken,
My eyes never seem to close,
Well, I'm standing in the silent city,
falling down,
I'm disconnected but I don't pity,
The night's gonna on slow.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now ain't it funny that I feel like Philby,
A stranger on a shore,
I've got my and I quickly,
There's a knock the door,
Still in and I'm close to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's getting strange and it's getting crazy,
Tell me, is going on?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
o'clock and nothing's moving,
Six o'clock and the daylight's stirring,
A comes, be moving on.
All night long my mind's been burning,
Makes me feel such a long, long way from home,
Now ain't it strange that I feel like Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul
I'm in in a city
I can't come in from the cold
Click any word to get definition.
( Automatic Translation )
Con tecnología de Microsoft® Translator
