歌曲 | Woman of the Phoenix |
歌手 | Nanci Griffith |
专辑 | Other Voices, Other Rooms |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Bell | |
Well, I've listend tothe words you lovers speak | |
The sound f the lover's song | |
And I've dreamed all the dreams that a wayward girl dreams | |
In a thousand places gone | |
Dallas was my late night out | |
Radcliffe's served to roust me out | |
And Houston lay like Cleavland with the color removed | |
And all I ever wanted | |
Was to wander and be wooed | |
Like a Woman of the Phoenix | |
A welcomed Waterloo | |
I've seen the sun blaze the breast of the countryside | |
I've seen her huddled in a winter freeze | |
And I've run cross paths of a thousand lives | |
Among the cactus and the white birch trees | |
Avloc ran a waterfront bar | |
Vito, he was the king of theives | |
And Michael was a rock 'n roll hood from the Odessa plains | |
Now, all of them were my kind | |
Wild and damn near free | |
But, a Woman of the Phoenix is the medicine they need |
zuo ci : Bell | |
Well, I' ve listend tothe words you lovers speak | |
The sound f the lover' s song | |
And I' ve dreamed all the dreams that a wayward girl dreams | |
In a thousand places gone | |
Dallas was my late night out | |
Radcliffe' s served to roust me out | |
And Houston lay like Cleavland with the color removed | |
And all I ever wanted | |
Was to wander and be wooed | |
Like a Woman of the Phoenix | |
A welcomed Waterloo | |
I' ve seen the sun blaze the breast of the countryside | |
I' ve seen her huddled in a winter freeze | |
And I' ve run cross paths of a thousand lives | |
Among the cactus and the white birch trees | |
Avloc ran a waterfront bar | |
Vito, he was the king of theives | |
And Michael was a rock ' n roll hood from the Odessa plains | |
Now, all of them were my kind | |
Wild and damn near free | |
But, a Woman of the Phoenix is the medicine they need |
zuò cí : Bell | |
Well, I' ve listend tothe words you lovers speak | |
The sound f the lover' s song | |
And I' ve dreamed all the dreams that a wayward girl dreams | |
In a thousand places gone | |
Dallas was my late night out | |
Radcliffe' s served to roust me out | |
And Houston lay like Cleavland with the color removed | |
And all I ever wanted | |
Was to wander and be wooed | |
Like a Woman of the Phoenix | |
A welcomed Waterloo | |
I' ve seen the sun blaze the breast of the countryside | |
I' ve seen her huddled in a winter freeze | |
And I' ve run cross paths of a thousand lives | |
Among the cactus and the white birch trees | |
Avloc ran a waterfront bar | |
Vito, he was the king of theives | |
And Michael was a rock ' n roll hood from the Odessa plains | |
Now, all of them were my kind | |
Wild and damn near free | |
But, a Woman of the Phoenix is the medicine they need |