歌曲 | Rooster and Its Crow |
歌手 | Page France |
专辑 | Page France and the Family Telephone |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Nav | |
Dawn do bring the rooster and it's crow | |
Made a wind that was never supposed to blow | |
You laughed and laughed but never got the joke | |
I can't repeat it now, | |
I don't even know | |
I blew a trumpet for a sound | |
I never wanted to see | |
Now, the apple's out of season and | |
I'm standing underneath it's tree | |
So I'm trying not to pick them cause | |
I know they soon will sicken me | |
But, oh, before you know it, | |
I am halfway up the apple tree | |
To a cloudy, cloudy mountain from a murky water fountain | |
I grew With a pigeon on my shoulder, all the colors look so strange and new | |
So, I collected all my apples in a basket to bring to you | |
But, oh, before you know it, there'll be bugs inside of these ones, too |
zuo qu : Nav | |
Dawn do bring the rooster and it' s crow | |
Made a wind that was never supposed to blow | |
You laughed and laughed but never got the joke | |
I can' t repeat it now, | |
I don' t even know | |
I blew a trumpet for a sound | |
I never wanted to see | |
Now, the apple' s out of season and | |
I' m standing underneath it' s tree | |
So I' m trying not to pick them cause | |
I know they soon will sicken me | |
But, oh, before you know it, | |
I am halfway up the apple tree | |
To a cloudy, cloudy mountain from a murky water fountain | |
I grew With a pigeon on my shoulder, all the colors look so strange and new | |
So, I collected all my apples in a basket to bring to you | |
But, oh, before you know it, there' ll be bugs inside of these ones, too |
zuò qǔ : Nav | |
Dawn do bring the rooster and it' s crow | |
Made a wind that was never supposed to blow | |
You laughed and laughed but never got the joke | |
I can' t repeat it now, | |
I don' t even know | |
I blew a trumpet for a sound | |
I never wanted to see | |
Now, the apple' s out of season and | |
I' m standing underneath it' s tree | |
So I' m trying not to pick them cause | |
I know they soon will sicken me | |
But, oh, before you know it, | |
I am halfway up the apple tree | |
To a cloudy, cloudy mountain from a murky water fountain | |
I grew With a pigeon on my shoulder, all the colors look so strange and new | |
So, I collected all my apples in a basket to bring to you | |
But, oh, before you know it, there' ll be bugs inside of these ones, too |