歌曲 | Viva La Vida |
歌手 | Richard Cheese |
专辑 | Viva La Vodka |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
I used to rule the world | |
Seas would rise when I gave the word | |
Now in the morning I sleep alone | |
Sweep the streets I used to own | |
I used to roll the dice | |
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes | |
Listen as the crowd would sing: | |
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!" | |
One minute I held the key | |
Next the walls were closed on me | |
And I discovered that my castles stand | |
Upon pillars of salt, and pillars of sand | |
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing | |
Roman cavalry choirs are singing | |
Be my mirror my sword and shield | |
My missionaries in a foreign field | |
For some reason I can't explain | |
Once you know there was never, never an honest word | |
That was when I ruled the world | |
It was the wicked and wild wind | |
Blew down the doors to let me in | |
Shattered windows and the sound of drums | |
People couldn't believe what I'd become | |
Revolutionaries wait | |
For my head on a silver plate | |
Just a puppet on a lonely string | |
Oh who would ever want to be king? | |
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing | |
Roman cavalry choirs are singing | |
Be my mirror my sword and shield | |
My missionaries in a foreign field | |
For some reason I can't explain | |
I know Saint Peter won't call my name | |
Never an honest work | |
But that was when I ruled the world | |
(Ohhhh Ohhh Ohhh) | |
Hear Jerusalem bells are ringing | |
Roman cavalry choirs are singing | |
Be my mirror my sword and shield | |
My missionaries in a foreign field | |
For some reason I can't explain | |
I know Saint Peter will call my name | |
Never an honest word | |
But that was when I ruled the world | |
(Oooooh Oooooh Oooooh) |
I used to rule the world | |
Seas would rise when I gave the word | |
Now in the morning I sleep alone | |
Sweep the streets I used to own | |
I used to roll the dice | |
Feel the fear in my enemy' s eyes | |
Listen as the crowd would sing: | |
" Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!" | |
One minute I held the key | |
Next the walls were closed on me | |
And I discovered that my castles stand | |
Upon pillars of salt, and pillars of sand | |
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing | |
Roman cavalry choirs are singing | |
Be my mirror my sword and shield | |
My missionaries in a foreign field | |
For some reason I can' t explain | |
Once you know there was never, never an honest word | |
That was when I ruled the world | |
It was the wicked and wild wind | |
Blew down the doors to let me in | |
Shattered windows and the sound of drums | |
People couldn' t believe what I' d become | |
Revolutionaries wait | |
For my head on a silver plate | |
Just a puppet on a lonely string | |
Oh who would ever want to be king? | |
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing | |
Roman cavalry choirs are singing | |
Be my mirror my sword and shield | |
My missionaries in a foreign field | |
For some reason I can' t explain | |
I know Saint Peter won' t call my name | |
Never an honest work | |
But that was when I ruled the world | |
Ohhhh Ohhh Ohhh | |
Hear Jerusalem bells are ringing | |
Roman cavalry choirs are singing | |
Be my mirror my sword and shield | |
My missionaries in a foreign field | |
For some reason I can' t explain | |
I know Saint Peter will call my name | |
Never an honest word | |
But that was when I ruled the world | |
Oooooh Oooooh Oooooh |
I used to rule the world | |
Seas would rise when I gave the word | |
Now in the morning I sleep alone | |
Sweep the streets I used to own | |
I used to roll the dice | |
Feel the fear in my enemy' s eyes | |
Listen as the crowd would sing: | |
" Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!" | |
One minute I held the key | |
Next the walls were closed on me | |
And I discovered that my castles stand | |
Upon pillars of salt, and pillars of sand | |
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing | |
Roman cavalry choirs are singing | |
Be my mirror my sword and shield | |
My missionaries in a foreign field | |
For some reason I can' t explain | |
Once you know there was never, never an honest word | |
That was when I ruled the world | |
It was the wicked and wild wind | |
Blew down the doors to let me in | |
Shattered windows and the sound of drums | |
People couldn' t believe what I' d become | |
Revolutionaries wait | |
For my head on a silver plate | |
Just a puppet on a lonely string | |
Oh who would ever want to be king? | |
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing | |
Roman cavalry choirs are singing | |
Be my mirror my sword and shield | |
My missionaries in a foreign field | |
For some reason I can' t explain | |
I know Saint Peter won' t call my name | |
Never an honest work | |
But that was when I ruled the world | |
Ohhhh Ohhh Ohhh | |
Hear Jerusalem bells are ringing | |
Roman cavalry choirs are singing | |
Be my mirror my sword and shield | |
My missionaries in a foreign field | |
For some reason I can' t explain | |
I know Saint Peter will call my name | |
Never an honest word | |
But that was when I ruled the world | |
Oooooh Oooooh Oooooh |
[00:00.000] | 鲍比去哪了? |
[00:02.870] | 他应该在这录Coldplay这歌的,他在哪? |
[00:05.450] | 他不在这。 |
[00:07.310] | 他去吃煎饼了 。 |
[00:09.500] | 好吧,好吧,我自己来。 |
[00:12.360] | 不不不,我自个儿来。 |
[00:13.970] | 他不想来也没关系,我一个人能行。 |
[00:17.060] | 呃…我从没碰过他的钢琴。 |
[00:19.480] | 录就完事了!开始录吧,行吗? |
[00:24.470] | 好的。好的,我想我找着调了。 |
[00:32.110] | 开始录了吗? |
[00:33.430] | 是的。 |
[00:34.410] | 好。 |
[00:42.820] | 等等。行了。 |
[00:52.560] | 再等等。 |
[00:57.430] | 该死! |
[01:04.380] | 就是这个,我找着了。 |
[01:14.310] | 我曾经主宰…我… |
[01:17.370] | 等等,从头再来。好。 |
[01:26.720] | 我曾经主宰世界 |
[01:30.300] | 大海也…大海也… |
[01:34.080] | 大海…啊!该死! |
[01:36.900] | 我曾经主宰世界 |
[01:40.710] | 大海也…愿…为我咆哮… |
[01:44.860] | 咆嗷敖熬哮…咆哮…咆凹哮… |
[01:58.980] | 如今我清晨独眠 |
[02:03.880] | 在我曾拥有的井巷中彷徨 |
[02:07.500] | 我听见…我听见…我汀贱… |
[02:12.800] | 我…踢…听见… |
[02:17.060] | 听见… |
[02:20.380] | 就是这个调。 |
[02:21.680] | 我听见耶路撒冷传来钟声 |
[02:24.930] | 不妙! |
[02:25.690] | 你他妈在干嘛!!! |
[02:27.050] | 鲍比! |
[02:27.790] | 从我钢琴上他妈的滚开! |
[02:29.820] | 我这就滚!啊!啊啊啊…… |
[02:38.170] | 吃午饭咯。 |