歌曲 | The Singer |
歌手 | Liza Minnelli |
专辑 | Liza Minnelli, The Singer |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Marks | |
In a small cafe on a crowded night | |
In a spot of light stands the singer | |
Then the band begins | |
And the beat is strong | |
And the room belongs to the singer | |
All the people turn to hear her sad refrain | |
And catch the cry of pain that's in her song | |
But in her haunted face | |
And in her searching eyes | |
There is a sign that something's wrong | |
Now the eager crowd hangs on every word | |
But the sounds are slurred by the singer | |
Til' the people feel every aching part | |
Of the broken heart of the singer | |
Still the song goes | |
On about a love she knew | |
That seemed so sure, so true | |
But turned out wrong | |
And from the tears | |
She shows nobody really knows | |
Is she the singer or the song | |
Is she the singer or the song | |
As the sad song ends | |
She hits the final note | |
It catches in her throat | |
But comes out strong | |
And as she bows and goes | |
Nobody really knows | |
Was she the singer or the song | |
Was she the singer, or the song | |
(2x): | |
La-la-lah-la-lah | |
La-la-lah-la-lah | |
La-la-lah-la-lah | |
La-la-la-la |
zuo qu : Marks | |
In a small cafe on a crowded night | |
In a spot of light stands the singer | |
Then the band begins | |
And the beat is strong | |
And the room belongs to the singer | |
All the people turn to hear her sad refrain | |
And catch the cry of pain that' s in her song | |
But in her haunted face | |
And in her searching eyes | |
There is a sign that something' s wrong | |
Now the eager crowd hangs on every word | |
But the sounds are slurred by the singer | |
Til' the people feel every aching part | |
Of the broken heart of the singer | |
Still the song goes | |
On about a love she knew | |
That seemed so sure, so true | |
But turned out wrong | |
And from the tears | |
She shows nobody really knows | |
Is she the singer or the song | |
Is she the singer or the song | |
As the sad song ends | |
She hits the final note | |
It catches in her throat | |
But comes out strong | |
And as she bows and goes | |
Nobody really knows | |
Was she the singer or the song | |
Was she the singer, or the song | |
2x: | |
Lalalahlalah | |
Lalalahlalah | |
Lalalahlalah | |
Lalalala |
zuò qǔ : Marks | |
In a small cafe on a crowded night | |
In a spot of light stands the singer | |
Then the band begins | |
And the beat is strong | |
And the room belongs to the singer | |
All the people turn to hear her sad refrain | |
And catch the cry of pain that' s in her song | |
But in her haunted face | |
And in her searching eyes | |
There is a sign that something' s wrong | |
Now the eager crowd hangs on every word | |
But the sounds are slurred by the singer | |
Til' the people feel every aching part | |
Of the broken heart of the singer | |
Still the song goes | |
On about a love she knew | |
That seemed so sure, so true | |
But turned out wrong | |
And from the tears | |
She shows nobody really knows | |
Is she the singer or the song | |
Is she the singer or the song | |
As the sad song ends | |
She hits the final note | |
It catches in her throat | |
But comes out strong | |
And as she bows and goes | |
Nobody really knows | |
Was she the singer or the song | |
Was she the singer, or the song | |
2x: | |
Lalalahlalah | |
Lalalahlalah | |
Lalalahlalah | |
Lalalala |