歌曲 | The Cowboys’ Christmas Ball |
歌手 | The Killers |
专辑 | (RED) Christmas |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Way out in | |
Old Nevada, where the | |
Truckee's waters flow, | |
Where the cattle are "a-browzin'," an' the | |
Spanish ponies grow; | |
Where the | |
Northers "come a-whistlin'" from beyond the | |
Neutral Strip; | |
And the prairie dogs are sneezin', as if they had "The Grip"; | |
Where the cayotes come a-howlin' 'round the ranches after dark, | |
And the bluebirds are a-singin' to the lovely "meadow lark"; | |
Where the bighorns are a-grazin' and the lonely plovers call— | |
It was there that | |
I attended "The Cowboys' Christmas Ball."(whoo!) | |
The boys had left the ranches and come to town in piles; | |
The ladies—"kinda scatterin'"—had gathered in for miles.. | |
The room was togged out gorgeous-with mistletoe and shawls, | |
And candles flickered frescoes, around the airy walls. | |
The women folk looked lovely-the boys looked kinda treed, | |
Till the leader got to yellin': "Hey! fellers, let's stampede," | |
And the music started sighin', an' awailin' through the hall | |
As a kind of introduction to "The Cowboys' Christmas Ball." | |
Their leader was a feller that came from | |
Swenson's ranch, | |
They called him "Windy Billy," from "little Deadman's Branch." | |
His rig was "kinda careless," big spurs and high-heeled boots; | |
He had the reputation that come when "a fellers shoots." | |
His voice was like a bugle upon a mountainous height; | |
His feet were animated an' a mighty, movin' sight, | |
When he commenced to hollerin', "Now, fellers stake your pen!" | |
Lock horns with all them heifers, an' russle 'em like men."Saloot yer lovely critters; now swing an' let 'em go," | |
Climb the grape vine 'round 'em—all hands do-ce-do!"You Mavericks, join the round-up- Just skip her waterfall," | |
Huh! It was gettin' happy, | |
The Cowboys' | |
Christmas | |
BallDon't tell me 'bout cotillions, or germans. | |
No sire'ee! | |
That whirl at | |
Carson City just takes the cake with me. | |
I'm sick of lazy shufflin's, of them | |
I've had my fill, | |
Just Give me a frontier break-down, backed up by | |
Wild Ol' Bill. | |
McAllister ain't nowhere, when | |
Windy leads the show, | |
I've seen 'em both in harness, and so | |
I sorta know— | |
Oh, Bill, | |
I sha'n't forget ya, and | |
I'll oftentimes recall, | |
That lively gaited sworray—"The Cowboys' Christmas Ball." | |
Oh, Bill, | |
I sha'n't forget ya, and | |
I'll oftentimes recall, | |
That lively gaited sworray—"The Cowboys' Christmas Ball." |
Way out in | |
Old Nevada, where the | |
Truckee' s waters flow, | |
Where the cattle are " abrowzin'," an' the | |
Spanish ponies grow | |
Where the | |
Northers " come awhistlin'" from beyond the | |
Neutral Strip | |
And the prairie dogs are sneezin', as if they had " The Grip" | |
Where the cayotes come ahowlin' ' round the ranches after dark, | |
And the bluebirds are asingin' to the lovely " meadow lark" | |
Where the bighorns are agrazin' and the lonely plovers call | |
It was there that | |
I attended " The Cowboys' Christmas Ball." whoo! | |
The boys had left the ranches and come to town in piles | |
The ladies" kinda scatterin'" had gathered in for miles.. | |
The room was togged out gorgeouswith mistletoe and shawls, | |
And candles flickered frescoes, around the airy walls. | |
The women folk looked lovelythe boys looked kinda treed, | |
Till the leader got to yellin': " Hey! fellers, let' s stampede," | |
And the music started sighin', an' awailin' through the hall | |
As a kind of introduction to " The Cowboys' Christmas Ball." | |
Their leader was a feller that came from | |
Swenson' s ranch, | |
They called him " Windy Billy," from " little Deadman' s Branch." | |
His rig was " kinda careless," big spurs and highheeled boots | |
He had the reputation that come when " a fellers shoots." | |
His voice was like a bugle upon a mountainous height | |
His feet were animated an' a mighty, movin' sight, | |
When he commenced to hollerin', " Now, fellers stake your pen!" | |
Lock horns with all them heifers, an' russle ' em like men." Saloot yer lovely critters now swing an' let ' em go," | |
Climb the grape vine ' round ' em all hands docedo!" You Mavericks, join the roundup Just skip her waterfall," | |
Huh! It was gettin' happy, | |
The Cowboys' | |
Christmas | |
BallDon' t tell me ' bout cotillions, or germans. | |
No sire' ee! | |
That whirl at | |
Carson City just takes the cake with me. | |
I' m sick of lazy shufflin' s, of them | |
I' ve had my fill, | |
Just Give me a frontier breakdown, backed up by | |
Wild Ol' Bill. | |
McAllister ain' t nowhere, when | |
Windy leads the show, | |
I' ve seen ' em both in harness, and so | |
I sorta know | |
Oh, Bill, | |
I sha' n' t forget ya, and | |
I' ll oftentimes recall, | |
That lively gaited sworray" The Cowboys' Christmas Ball." | |
Oh, Bill, | |
I sha' n' t forget ya, and | |
I' ll oftentimes recall, | |
That lively gaited sworray" The Cowboys' Christmas Ball." |
Way out in | |
Old Nevada, where the | |
Truckee' s waters flow, | |
Where the cattle are " abrowzin'," an' the | |
Spanish ponies grow | |
Where the | |
Northers " come awhistlin'" from beyond the | |
Neutral Strip | |
And the prairie dogs are sneezin', as if they had " The Grip" | |
Where the cayotes come ahowlin' ' round the ranches after dark, | |
And the bluebirds are asingin' to the lovely " meadow lark" | |
Where the bighorns are agrazin' and the lonely plovers call | |
It was there that | |
I attended " The Cowboys' Christmas Ball." whoo! | |
The boys had left the ranches and come to town in piles | |
The ladies" kinda scatterin'" had gathered in for miles.. | |
The room was togged out gorgeouswith mistletoe and shawls, | |
And candles flickered frescoes, around the airy walls. | |
The women folk looked lovelythe boys looked kinda treed, | |
Till the leader got to yellin': " Hey! fellers, let' s stampede," | |
And the music started sighin', an' awailin' through the hall | |
As a kind of introduction to " The Cowboys' Christmas Ball." | |
Their leader was a feller that came from | |
Swenson' s ranch, | |
They called him " Windy Billy," from " little Deadman' s Branch." | |
His rig was " kinda careless," big spurs and highheeled boots | |
He had the reputation that come when " a fellers shoots." | |
His voice was like a bugle upon a mountainous height | |
His feet were animated an' a mighty, movin' sight, | |
When he commenced to hollerin', " Now, fellers stake your pen!" | |
Lock horns with all them heifers, an' russle ' em like men." Saloot yer lovely critters now swing an' let ' em go," | |
Climb the grape vine ' round ' em all hands docedo!" You Mavericks, join the roundup Just skip her waterfall," | |
Huh! It was gettin' happy, | |
The Cowboys' | |
Christmas | |
BallDon' t tell me ' bout cotillions, or germans. | |
No sire' ee! | |
That whirl at | |
Carson City just takes the cake with me. | |
I' m sick of lazy shufflin' s, of them | |
I' ve had my fill, | |
Just Give me a frontier breakdown, backed up by | |
Wild Ol' Bill. | |
McAllister ain' t nowhere, when | |
Windy leads the show, | |
I' ve seen ' em both in harness, and so | |
I sorta know | |
Oh, Bill, | |
I sha' n' t forget ya, and | |
I' ll oftentimes recall, | |
That lively gaited sworray" The Cowboys' Christmas Ball." | |
Oh, Bill, | |
I sha' n' t forget ya, and | |
I' ll oftentimes recall, | |
That lively gaited sworray" The Cowboys' Christmas Ball." |
[00:15.259] | 从老内华达出来,特拉基河从这流 |
[00:19.751] | 那的牛在吃草,西班牙矮种马在生长 |
[00:24.062] | 那儿北方人越过中部吹着口哨来了 |
[00:28.392] | 土拨鼠也在打着喷嚏 就仿佛它们抓住了地球 |
[00:32.834] | 那儿天黑以后,土狼们嚎叫着绕着牧场奔走 |
[00:37.239] | 而那的蓝鸟也在为可爱的草地云雀演奏 |
[00:41.684] | 大角羚在那里吃草,孤独的鸻在那里歌唱 |
[00:45.890] | 我就是在那儿参加“牛仔圣诞舞会”的 |
[00:50.163] | (whoo!) |
[00:59.362] | 男孩们离开牧场,成群结队地来到城里 |
[01:03.719] | 女士们在几英里之外,倒是有些分散 |
[01:08.045] | 房间装饰华丽,槲寄生低垂 ,女孩裹着披肩 |
[01:12.562] | 走廊上烛火摇曳,映照得壁画也发亮 |
[01:16.943] | 女士们惹人怜爱,男人们则像个木头 |
[01:21.280] | 直到主人开始大喊:“嘿,伙计们,让我们跑起来吧!” |
[01:25.768] | 大厅中音乐开始演奏 乐声悠悠 |
[01:30.144] | 这就是我们的“牛仔的圣诞舞会” |
[01:43.314] | 他们的首领是个来自斯文森牧场的男人 |
[01:47.919] | 他们叫他来自“死人的分支”的“风之比利”, |
[01:52.119] | 他的装备“有点漫不经心”,穿着大马刺和高跟靴 |
[01:56.615] | 他声名鹊起,始于“一个人开了枪”的故事 |
[02:00.906] | 他的声音就像山巅上的号角 |
[02:05.444] | 他的步伐轻快有力 移动如影 |
[02:09.741] | 当他开始大喊:“现在,伙伴们把你的笔插上!” |
[02:14.032] | “把小母牛的角都锁住 使它们变得像人一样” |
[02:18.575] | “向那些可爱的动物们致敬~现在让我们摇摆起来让他们走” |
[02:23.039] | “爬上他们周围的葡萄藤——所有人都行动起来!” |
[02:27.359] | “你们这些特立独行的人,加入我们吧——跳过瀑布吧” |
[02:31.720] | 哈!越来越开心了,我们的牛仔圣诞舞会 |
[02:44.983] | 别跟我说沙龙舞,或者德国舞,不,先生! |
[02:49.204] | 在卡森城的那次旅行让我大吃一惊 |
[02:53.823] | 我厌倦了游手好闲的人,我已经吃饱了 |
[02:58.328] | 给我一份边境的详细报告,还有热情老比尔的支持 |
[03:02.622] | 当Windy领衔主演时,Mc Allister也不是无处可去 |
[03:06.825] | 我知道是因为我见过他俩在一起 |
[03:11.434] | 哦,比尔,我不会忘记你,我会时常想起你 |
[03:15.863] | 那个热闹的晚会——“牛仔圣诞舞会” |
[03:21.188] | 哦,比尔,我不会忘记你,我会时常想起你 |
[03:24.629] | 那个热闹的晚会——“牛仔圣诞舞会” |