歌曲 | The Good Son |
歌手 | Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds |
专辑 | The Good Son |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Cave | |
One more man gone | |
One more man gone | |
One more man is gone | |
The good son walks into the field | |
He is a tiller, he has a tiller's hands | |
But down in his heart now | |
He lays down his queer plans | |
Against his brother and against his family | |
Yet he worships his brother | |
And he worships his mother | |
But it's his father, he says, is an unfair man | |
The good son | |
The good son | |
The good son | |
The good son has sat and often wept | |
Beneath a malign star by which he's kept | |
And the night-time in which he's wrapped | |
Speaks of good and speaks of evil | |
And he calls to his mother | |
And he calls to his father | |
But they are deaf in the shadows | |
Of his brother's truancy | |
The good son | |
The good son | |
The good son | |
The good son | |
And he curses his mother | |
And he curses his father | |
And he curses his virtue like an unclean thing | |
The good son | |
The good son | |
The good son | |
One more man gone | |
One more man gone | |
One more man | |
One more man gone | |
One more man gone | |
One more man | |
One more man gone | |
One more man gone | |
One more man | |
(repeat) |
zuo ci : Cave | |
One more man gone | |
One more man gone | |
One more man is gone | |
The good son walks into the field | |
He is a tiller, he has a tiller' s hands | |
But down in his heart now | |
He lays down his queer plans | |
Against his brother and against his family | |
Yet he worships his brother | |
And he worships his mother | |
But it' s his father, he says, is an unfair man | |
The good son | |
The good son | |
The good son | |
The good son has sat and often wept | |
Beneath a malign star by which he' s kept | |
And the nighttime in which he' s wrapped | |
Speaks of good and speaks of evil | |
And he calls to his mother | |
And he calls to his father | |
But they are deaf in the shadows | |
Of his brother' s truancy | |
The good son | |
The good son | |
The good son | |
The good son | |
And he curses his mother | |
And he curses his father | |
And he curses his virtue like an unclean thing | |
The good son | |
The good son | |
The good son | |
One more man gone | |
One more man gone | |
One more man | |
One more man gone | |
One more man gone | |
One more man | |
One more man gone | |
One more man gone | |
One more man | |
repeat |
zuò cí : Cave | |
One more man gone | |
One more man gone | |
One more man is gone | |
The good son walks into the field | |
He is a tiller, he has a tiller' s hands | |
But down in his heart now | |
He lays down his queer plans | |
Against his brother and against his family | |
Yet he worships his brother | |
And he worships his mother | |
But it' s his father, he says, is an unfair man | |
The good son | |
The good son | |
The good son | |
The good son has sat and often wept | |
Beneath a malign star by which he' s kept | |
And the nighttime in which he' s wrapped | |
Speaks of good and speaks of evil | |
And he calls to his mother | |
And he calls to his father | |
But they are deaf in the shadows | |
Of his brother' s truancy | |
The good son | |
The good son | |
The good son | |
The good son | |
And he curses his mother | |
And he curses his father | |
And he curses his virtue like an unclean thing | |
The good son | |
The good son | |
The good son | |
One more man gone | |
One more man gone | |
One more man | |
One more man gone | |
One more man gone | |
One more man | |
One more man gone | |
One more man gone | |
One more man | |
repeat |