Three Angels 歌词

Three angels up above the street Each one playing a horn Dressed in green robes with wings that stick out They've been there since Christmas morn The wildest cat from Montana passes by in a flash Then a lady in a bright orange dress One you-Haul trailer, a truck with no wheels The Tenth Avenue bus going west The dogs and pigeons fly up and they flutter around A man with a badge skips by Three fellas crawlin' on their way back to work Nobody stops to ask why The bakery truck stops outside of that fence Where the angels stand high on their poles The driver peeks out, trying to find one face In this concrete world full of souls The angels play on their horns all day The whole earth in progression seems to pass by But does anyone hear the music they play Does anyone even try?