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The Sky Is So Blue

	作词 : Siberry
	We're going to the seashore
	Gonna burst upon the brine
	From a car that's full of babies
	And dogs and food and wine
	Sand in our suits and salt in our hair
	And everyone feeling so fine
	The sky is so blue
	You can see right through
	My heart is so big
	I can't get through the door
	That's what I'm here for
	We're going to the country
	And we're gonna plant some wheat
	We're gonna steal some cow corn
	And drive across the fields
	Dance around the scarecrows
	And do whatever we please
	We're going to the country
	In our little deux-chevaux
	We're gonna put the top down
	Crank the radio up full
	Honk at all the cars we meet
	And let them know we know
	The sky is so blue...
	We're going to the mountains
	If there's still a little snow
	Gonna do some spring-skiing
	Go as fast as we can go
	Give instructions from the chairlift
	And tell all those tourists to go for it
	See the shorts and t-shirts
	Go whizzing through the trees
	With their Hollywood sunglasses
	And the scratches on their knees
	Yodelling on the mountainside
	And cutting the air like chickadees
	The sky is so blue...
	We're going to the cliffs now
	To see if we can fly
	I think I could do better
	With your wing out of my eye
	You can see for miles up here
	Open heart in open sky
	The sky is so blue
	You can see right through
	Our hearts they are so big
	We can't get through the door
	That's what we're here for

	zuò cí : Siberry
	We' re going to the seashore
	Gonna burst upon the brine
	From a car that' s full of babies
	And dogs and food and wine
	Sand in our suits and salt in our hair
	And everyone feeling so fine
	The sky is so blue
	You can see right through
	My heart is so big
	I can' t get through the door
	That' s what I' m here for
	We' re going to the country
	And we' re gonna plant some wheat
	We' re gonna steal some cow corn
	And drive across the fields
	Dance around the scarecrows
	And do whatever we please
	We' re going to the country
	In our little deuxchevaux
	We' re gonna put the top down
	Crank the radio up full
	Honk at all the cars we meet
	And let them know we know
	The sky is so blue...
	We' re going to the mountains
	If there' s still a little snow
	Gonna do some springskiing
	Go as fast as we can go
	Give instructions from the chairlift
	And tell all those tourists to go for it
	See the shorts and tshirts
	Go whizzing through the trees
	With their Hollywood sunglasses
	And the scratches on their knees
	Yodelling on the mountainside
	And cutting the air like chickadees
	The sky is so blue...
	We' re going to the cliffs now
	To see if we can fly
	I think I could do better
	With your wing out of my eye
	You can see for miles up here
	Open heart in open sky
	The sky is so blue
	You can see right through
	Our hearts they are so big
	We can' t get through the door
	That' s what we' re here for