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The green green grass of home - Tom jones

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The green green grass of home - Tom jones The old home town looks the same As I *step down from the train And there to meet me is my Mama and Papa And down the road I look and there runs Mary Hair of gold and lips like cherries It"s good to touch the green green grass of home ๊ธฐ์ฐจ์—์„œ ๋‚ด๋ฆฌ๋ฉด์„œ ๋ฐ”๋ผ๋ณธ ์˜› ๊ณ ํ–ฅ์ง‘์€ ๊ทธ๋Œ€๋กœ ์žˆ๊ตฌ๋‚˜ ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ์–ด๋จธ๋‹ˆ์™€ ์•„๋ฒ„์ง€๊ฐ€ ๋‚˜๋ฅผ ๋งž์•„์ฃผ์‹œ์ง€ ๊ธธ ์•„๋ž˜๋กœ๋Š” ๋‹ฌ๋ ค๊ฐ€๋Š” ๋ฉ”๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ๋ณด์—ฌ ๊ธˆ๋ฐœ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ์— ์ฒด๋ฆฌ๊ฐ™์€ ์ž…์ˆ ์„ ๊ฐ€์ง„ ๋ฉ”๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ๋ง์ด์•ผ ๊ณ ํ–ฅ์˜ ํ‘ธ๋ฅธ ์ž”๋””์— ์•ˆ๊ธฐ๋‹ˆ ์ •๋ง ์ข‹๊ตฐ The old house is still standing though the paint is *cracked and dry And there"s that old oak tree that I *used to play on Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary Hair of gold and lips like cherries It"s good to touch the green green grass of home ํŽ˜์ธํŠธ ์น ์ด ๋ง๋ผ๋ฒ„๋ ค์„œ ๊ฐˆ๋ผ์ง€๊ธด ํ–ˆ์ง€๋งŒ ๊ทธ ์˜›์ง‘์€ ์•„์ง ๊ทธ๋Œ€๋กœ ์žˆ๊ณ  ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ์˜ฌ๋ผ๊ฐ€ ๋†€๊ณค ํ–ˆ๋˜ ์ฐธ๋‚˜๋ฌด๋„ ์žˆ์–ด ์˜ค์†”๊ธธ์„ ๋”ฐ๋ผ ๋ฉ”๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ”๋ž˜๋‹ค ์ฃผ๊ธฐ๋„ ํ–ˆ์–ด ๊ธˆ๋ฐœ์— ์ฒด๋ฆฌ ๊ฐ™์€ ์ž…์ˆ ์„ ๊ฐ€์ง„ ๋ฉ”๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ... ๊ณ ํ–ฅ์˜ ํ‘ธ๋ฅธ ์ž”๋””๋ฅผ ๋งŒ์ ธ๋ณด๋‹ˆ ๋ง๋กœ ํ˜•์–ธํ•˜๊ธฐ๊ฐ€ ํž˜๋“ค๊ตฌ๋‚˜ Yes, they"ll all come to meet me Arms a reaching, smiling sweetly It"s good to touch the green green grass of home ๋ชจ๋‘๊ฐ€ ๋‚  ๋งž์œผ๋Ÿฌ ๋‚˜์™€ ์ค„ ๊ฑฐ์•ผ ํŒ”์„ ๋ฒŒ๋ฆฌ๊ณ , ํ™˜ํ•˜๊ฒŒ ์›ƒ์œผ๋ฉฐ... ๊ณ ํ–ฅ์˜ ํ‘ธ๋ฅธ ์ž”๋””์— ์•ˆ๊ธฐ๋‹ˆ ์ •๋ง ์ข‹์•„ Then I awake and look around me At four grey walls that surround me And I realize that I was only dreaming For there"s a guard and there"s a sad old Padre Arm in arm we"ll walk at daybreak Again I"ll touch the green green grass of home ๊ทธ ๋•Œ, ๊นจ์–ด๋‚˜ ์ฃผ์œ„๋ฅผ ๋‘˜๋Ÿฌ๋ณด๋‹ˆ ๋‚œ ์‚ฌ๋ฐฉ์— ํšŒ์ƒ‰ ๋น› ๋ฒฝ์— ๋‘˜๋Ÿฌ์‹ธ์—ฌ ์žˆ์—ˆ์–ด ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๋‹จ์ง€ ๊ฟˆ์„ ๊พธ์—ˆ๋‹ค๋Š” ๊ฑธ ๊นจ๋‹ฌ์•˜์–ด ์™œ๋ƒํ•˜๋ฉด, ๋ณด์ดˆ๋ณ‘๊ณผ ์Šฌํ”ˆ ์–ผ๊ตด์˜ ๋Š™์€ ์‹ ๋ถ€๊ฐ€ ์žˆ์—ˆ๊ฑฐ๋“ ... ๋‚ ์ด ๋ฐ์œผ๋ฉด ๋‚ด ํŒ”์งฑ์„ ๋ผ๊ณ  ๊ฑธ์–ด ๋‚˜๊ฐ€๊ฒ ์ง€ ๋‚œ ๋‹ค์‹œ ๊ณ ํ–ฅ์˜ ํ‘ธ๋ฅธ ์ž”๋””๋ฅผ ๋Š๊ปด ๋ณผ ๊ฑฐ์•ผ Yes, they"ll all come to see me In the shade of that old oak tree As *they lay me beneath the green green grass of home ๊ทธ ์˜ค๋ž˜๋œ ์ฐธ๋‚˜๋ฌด ๊ทธ๋Š˜ ์•„๋ž˜๋กœ ๋ชจ๋‘๊ฐ€ ๋‚  ๋งˆ์ค‘ ๋‚˜์˜ฌ๊ฑฐ์•ผ ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ , ๋‚  ๊ณ ํ–ฅ์˜ ํ‘ธ๋ฅธ์ž”๋”” ์•„๋ž˜ ๋ˆ•ํ˜€ ์ค„๊ฑฐ์•ผ