歌曲 | Barnyard Story |
歌手 | Procol Harum |
专辑 | Home |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Brooker, Reid | |
Chicken in the farmyard, there's an oven in your bin | |
You're growing old with sorrow, you're growing fat with sin | |
I was living in the graveyard, i was hanging from the wall | |
I was living in the desert, i was trying not to fall | |
Once i stood upon olympus, then the heavens opened wide | |
I beheld that flaming chariot and i saw the sacred bride | |
Now and then my life seems truer, now and then my life seems pure | |
All in all, my thoughts are fewer - maybe death will be my cure |
zuo ci : Brooker, Reid | |
Chicken in the farmyard, there' s an oven in your bin | |
You' re growing old with sorrow, you' re growing fat with sin | |
I was living in the graveyard, i was hanging from the wall | |
I was living in the desert, i was trying not to fall | |
Once i stood upon olympus, then the heavens opened wide | |
I beheld that flaming chariot and i saw the sacred bride | |
Now and then my life seems truer, now and then my life seems pure | |
All in all, my thoughts are fewer maybe death will be my cure |
zuò cí : Brooker, Reid | |
Chicken in the farmyard, there' s an oven in your bin | |
You' re growing old with sorrow, you' re growing fat with sin | |
I was living in the graveyard, i was hanging from the wall | |
I was living in the desert, i was trying not to fall | |
Once i stood upon olympus, then the heavens opened wide | |
I beheld that flaming chariot and i saw the sacred bride | |
Now and then my life seems truer, now and then my life seems pure | |
All in all, my thoughts are fewer maybe death will be my cure |