歌曲 | The Spoken Wheel |
歌手 | Flogging Molly |
专辑 | Within a Mile of Home |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Casey, Hensley, King, Maxwell ... | |
Your passin' broke the silence | |
On that dark | |
October day | |
The sun was headin' for the west | |
As it did | |
I heard you say | |
I set my sail for a gentle breeze | |
Now I leave this world as it was meant to be | |
And you, did you listen to anything | |
I said?Did you ever listen to me? | |
Though now it seems you'll never know | |
But every lad to a man must grow | |
Till winter comes to celebrate | |
Then proudly chill the bone | |
When at last they bury me | |
Into this ground you'll someday see | |
And you, did you listen to anything | |
I said?Did you ever listen to me? | |
Though the face we wear | |
Sometimes seldom speaks | |
From the babe that cries | |
To this grown man's feet | |
May the hand still write | |
And it's heart shape keep | |
Till our fathers, sons and daughters agree |
zuo qu : Casey, Hensley, King, Maxwell ... | |
Your passin' broke the silence | |
On that dark | |
October day | |
The sun was headin' for the west | |
As it did | |
I heard you say | |
I set my sail for a gentle breeze | |
Now I leave this world as it was meant to be | |
And you, did you listen to anything | |
I said? Did you ever listen to me? | |
Though now it seems you' ll never know | |
But every lad to a man must grow | |
Till winter comes to celebrate | |
Then proudly chill the bone | |
When at last they bury me | |
Into this ground you' ll someday see | |
And you, did you listen to anything | |
I said? Did you ever listen to me? | |
Though the face we wear | |
Sometimes seldom speaks | |
From the babe that cries | |
To this grown man' s feet | |
May the hand still write | |
And it' s heart shape keep | |
Till our fathers, sons and daughters agree |
zuò qǔ : Casey, Hensley, King, Maxwell ... | |
Your passin' broke the silence | |
On that dark | |
October day | |
The sun was headin' for the west | |
As it did | |
I heard you say | |
I set my sail for a gentle breeze | |
Now I leave this world as it was meant to be | |
And you, did you listen to anything | |
I said? Did you ever listen to me? | |
Though now it seems you' ll never know | |
But every lad to a man must grow | |
Till winter comes to celebrate | |
Then proudly chill the bone | |
When at last they bury me | |
Into this ground you' ll someday see | |
And you, did you listen to anything | |
I said? Did you ever listen to me? | |
Though the face we wear | |
Sometimes seldom speaks | |
From the babe that cries | |
To this grown man' s feet | |
May the hand still write | |
And it' s heart shape keep | |
Till our fathers, sons and daughters agree |