歌曲 | The Ballad of Samuel Layne |
歌手 | Magenta |
专辑 | Metamorphosis |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Reed, Reed | |
Morning, | |
sunshine through the window. | |
Reachning out. | |
Fell the cold of morn, | |
creeping in to dull the pain. | |
No more feeling, | |
senses steeling. | |
Feel the warmth of fear, | |
creeping in to dull the pain. | |
No more feeling, | |
senses reeling. | |
Your love will guide me over, | |
Your love, the memory of home. | |
Your love will guide me over, | |
to live the dream that’s waiting on the other side. | |
Feel the rain to cleanse the soul of sin to set free. | |
Wash the fear of death away. | |
We’re walking, we’re loving, the sun will shine | |
We’re running, we’re hiding , the cannons roar. | |
Sign up and fight for right (look back you brave young men). | |
For life and liberty (liberty falls). | |
We’re walking, we’re loving, the sun will shine | |
Sign up and fight for right (look back you brave young men). | |
For life and liberty (liberty falls). | |
We’re falling, we’re dying,the cannons roar. | |
I’m holding on, | |
waiting for the guns to stop. | |
Time is near the time to die. | |
Holding on, | |
shouting for the hurt to stop. | |
Clear blue sky. | |
Time is near, the time to die. | |
Reaching out. | |
I’m falling down |
zuo qu : Reed, Reed | |
Morning, | |
sunshine through the window. | |
Reachning out. | |
Fell the cold of morn, | |
creeping in to dull the pain. | |
No more feeling, | |
senses steeling. | |
Feel the warmth of fear, | |
creeping in to dull the pain. | |
No more feeling, | |
senses reeling. | |
Your love will guide me over, | |
Your love, the memory of home. | |
Your love will guide me over, | |
to live the dream that' s waiting on the other side. | |
Feel the rain to cleanse the soul of sin to set free. | |
Wash the fear of death away. | |
We' re walking, we' re loving, the sun will shine | |
We' re running, we' re hiding , the cannons roar. | |
Sign up and fight for right look back you brave young men. | |
For life and liberty liberty falls. | |
We' re walking, we' re loving, the sun will shine | |
Sign up and fight for right look back you brave young men. | |
For life and liberty liberty falls. | |
We' re falling, we' re dying, the cannons roar. | |
I' m holding on, | |
waiting for the guns to stop. | |
Time is near the time to die. | |
Holding on, | |
shouting for the hurt to stop. | |
Clear blue sky. | |
Time is near, the time to die. | |
Reaching out. | |
I' m falling down |
zuò qǔ : Reed, Reed | |
Morning, | |
sunshine through the window. | |
Reachning out. | |
Fell the cold of morn, | |
creeping in to dull the pain. | |
No more feeling, | |
senses steeling. | |
Feel the warmth of fear, | |
creeping in to dull the pain. | |
No more feeling, | |
senses reeling. | |
Your love will guide me over, | |
Your love, the memory of home. | |
Your love will guide me over, | |
to live the dream that' s waiting on the other side. | |
Feel the rain to cleanse the soul of sin to set free. | |
Wash the fear of death away. | |
We' re walking, we' re loving, the sun will shine | |
We' re running, we' re hiding , the cannons roar. | |
Sign up and fight for right look back you brave young men. | |
For life and liberty liberty falls. | |
We' re walking, we' re loving, the sun will shine | |
Sign up and fight for right look back you brave young men. | |
For life and liberty liberty falls. | |
We' re falling, we' re dying, the cannons roar. | |
I' m holding on, | |
waiting for the guns to stop. | |
Time is near the time to die. | |
Holding on, | |
shouting for the hurt to stop. | |
Clear blue sky. | |
Time is near, the time to die. | |
Reaching out. | |
I' m falling down |