歌曲 | The Hand That Rocks The Cradle |
歌手 | The Smiths |
专辑 | Unreleased Demos and Instrumentals |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Marr, Morrissey | |
Please don't cry | |
For the ghost and the storm outside | |
Will not invade this sacred shrine | |
Nor infiltrate your mind | |
My life down i shall lie | |
If the bogey-man should try | |
To play tricks on your sacred mind | |
To tease, torment, and tantalise | |
Wavering shadows loom | |
A piano plays in an empty room | |
There'll be blood on the cleaver tonight | |
And when darknesss lifts and the room is bright | |
I'll still be by your side | |
For you are all that matters | |
And i'll love you to till the day i die | |
There never need be longing in your eyes | |
As long as the hand that rocks the cradle is mine | |
Ceiling shadows shimmy by | |
And when the wardrobe towers like a beast of prey | |
There's sadness in your beautiful eyes | |
Oh, your untouched, unsoiled, wonderous eyes | |
My life down i shall lie | |
Should restless spirits try | |
To play tricks on your sacred mind | |
I once had a child, and it saved my life | |
And i never even asked his name | |
I just looked into his wondrous eyes | |
And said : 'never never never again' | |
And all too soon i did return | |
Just like a moth to a flame | |
So rattle my bones all over the stones | |
I'm only a beggar-man whom nobody owns | |
Oh, see how words as old as sin | |
Fit me like a glove | |
I'm here and here i'll stay | |
Together we lie, together we pray | |
There never need be longing in your eyes | |
As long as the hand that rocks the cradle is mine | |
As long as the hand that rocks the cradle is mine | |
Mine | |
Climb up on my knee, sonny boy | |
Although you're only three, sonny boy | |
You're - you're mine | |
And your mother she just never knew | |
Oh, your mother ... | |
As long ... as long ... as long | |
I did my best for her | |
I did my best for her | |
As long ... as long ... as long as ... as long | |
I did my best for her | |
I did my best for her | |
Oh ... |
zuo ci : Marr, Morrissey | |
Please don' t cry | |
For the ghost and the storm outside | |
Will not invade this sacred shrine | |
Nor infiltrate your mind | |
My life down i shall lie | |
If the bogeyman should try | |
To play tricks on your sacred mind | |
To tease, torment, and tantalise | |
Wavering shadows loom | |
A piano plays in an empty room | |
There' ll be blood on the cleaver tonight | |
And when darknesss lifts and the room is bright | |
I' ll still be by your side | |
For you are all that matters | |
And i' ll love you to till the day i die | |
There never need be longing in your eyes | |
As long as the hand that rocks the cradle is mine | |
Ceiling shadows shimmy by | |
And when the wardrobe towers like a beast of prey | |
There' s sadness in your beautiful eyes | |
Oh, your untouched, unsoiled, wonderous eyes | |
My life down i shall lie | |
Should restless spirits try | |
To play tricks on your sacred mind | |
I once had a child, and it saved my life | |
And i never even asked his name | |
I just looked into his wondrous eyes | |
And said : ' never never never again' | |
And all too soon i did return | |
Just like a moth to a flame | |
So rattle my bones all over the stones | |
I' m only a beggarman whom nobody owns | |
Oh, see how words as old as sin | |
Fit me like a glove | |
I' m here and here i' ll stay | |
Together we lie, together we pray | |
There never need be longing in your eyes | |
As long as the hand that rocks the cradle is mine | |
As long as the hand that rocks the cradle is mine | |
Mine | |
Climb up on my knee, sonny boy | |
Although you' re only three, sonny boy | |
You' re you' re mine | |
And your mother she just never knew | |
Oh, your mother ... | |
As long ... as long ... as long | |
I did my best for her | |
I did my best for her | |
As long ... as long ... as long as ... as long | |
I did my best for her | |
I did my best for her | |
Oh ... |
zuò cí : Marr, Morrissey | |
Please don' t cry | |
For the ghost and the storm outside | |
Will not invade this sacred shrine | |
Nor infiltrate your mind | |
My life down i shall lie | |
If the bogeyman should try | |
To play tricks on your sacred mind | |
To tease, torment, and tantalise | |
Wavering shadows loom | |
A piano plays in an empty room | |
There' ll be blood on the cleaver tonight | |
And when darknesss lifts and the room is bright | |
I' ll still be by your side | |
For you are all that matters | |
And i' ll love you to till the day i die | |
There never need be longing in your eyes | |
As long as the hand that rocks the cradle is mine | |
Ceiling shadows shimmy by | |
And when the wardrobe towers like a beast of prey | |
There' s sadness in your beautiful eyes | |
Oh, your untouched, unsoiled, wonderous eyes | |
My life down i shall lie | |
Should restless spirits try | |
To play tricks on your sacred mind | |
I once had a child, and it saved my life | |
And i never even asked his name | |
I just looked into his wondrous eyes | |
And said : ' never never never again' | |
And all too soon i did return | |
Just like a moth to a flame | |
So rattle my bones all over the stones | |
I' m only a beggarman whom nobody owns | |
Oh, see how words as old as sin | |
Fit me like a glove | |
I' m here and here i' ll stay | |
Together we lie, together we pray | |
There never need be longing in your eyes | |
As long as the hand that rocks the cradle is mine | |
As long as the hand that rocks the cradle is mine | |
Mine | |
Climb up on my knee, sonny boy | |
Although you' re only three, sonny boy | |
You' re you' re mine | |
And your mother she just never knew | |
Oh, your mother ... | |
As long ... as long ... as long | |
I did my best for her | |
I did my best for her | |
As long ... as long ... as long as ... as long | |
I did my best for her | |
I did my best for her | |
Oh ... |