Bài hát Drumming Clown Báo Lỗi

See the ruin on the hill

where the smoke is hangin still

like an echo of an age long forgotten

theres a story of a home

crushed beneath those blackened stones

and the roof that fell before the beams were rotten

Cecil Darby loved his wife

and he labored all his life

to provide her with material possessions

and he built for her a home

of the finest wood and stone

and the building soon became his sole obsession


oh it took 300 days

for the timbers to be raised

and the silhouette was seen from miles around

and the gables reached as high

as the eagles in the sky

but it only took one night to bring it down

when Darby's castle tumbled to the ground


though they shared a common bed

there was precious little said

in the moments that were set aside for sleepin'

for his busy dreams were filled

with the rooms he'd yet to build

and he never heard young Helen Darby weepin'

then one night he heard a sound

as he layed his pencil down

and traced it to her door and turned the handle

and the pale light of the moon

through the window of the room

split the shadows where two bodies lay entangled


oh it took 300 days

for the timbers to be raised

and the silhouette was seen from miles around

and the gables reached as high

as the eagles in the sky

but it only took one night to bring it down

when Darby's castle tumbled to the ground