歌曲 | Something to Live For |
歌手 | Ella Fitzgerald |
专辑 | Ella at Duke's Place |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Lyrics:Hymas/Brown Music:Hymas/Brown | |
We've seen so many towns | |
Where the trains don't ever stop | |
Though we hear all night sounds | |
There's no side left to the shop | |
Nothing but changes of face | |
That life arranges | |
Nothing but strangeness that wastes | |
Anything it replaces | |
We've seen so many dreams | |
Floating out into the tide | |
They're never what they seem | |
And there's emptiness inside | |
Nothing but changes of face | |
That life arranges | |
Nothing but strangeness that wastes | |
Anything it replaces | |
Keep pushing tomorrow | |
You might just find | |
Something to live for | |
Keep hustling tomorrow | |
You might just find | |
That elusive something | |
We've got so many ways | |
To take the world apart | |
And almost no one stays | |
If they make it from the start | |
Nothing but changes of face | |
That life arranges | |
Nothing but strangeness that wastes | |
Anything it replaces | |
Keep pushing tomorrow | |
You might just find | |
Something to live for | |
Keep hustling tomorrow | |
You might just find | |
Something to live for | |
Keep pushing tomorrow | |
You might just find | |
Something to live for | |
Keep hustling tomorrow | |
Until you find that elusive something |
Lyrics: Hymas Brown Music: Hymas Brown | |
We' ve seen so many towns | |
Where the trains don' t ever stop | |
Though we hear all night sounds | |
There' s no side left to the shop | |
Nothing but changes of face | |
That life arranges | |
Nothing but strangeness that wastes | |
Anything it replaces | |
We' ve seen so many dreams | |
Floating out into the tide | |
They' re never what they seem | |
And there' s emptiness inside | |
Nothing but changes of face | |
That life arranges | |
Nothing but strangeness that wastes | |
Anything it replaces | |
Keep pushing tomorrow | |
You might just find | |
Something to live for | |
Keep hustling tomorrow | |
You might just find | |
That elusive something | |
We' ve got so many ways | |
To take the world apart | |
And almost no one stays | |
If they make it from the start | |
Nothing but changes of face | |
That life arranges | |
Nothing but strangeness that wastes | |
Anything it replaces | |
Keep pushing tomorrow | |
You might just find | |
Something to live for | |
Keep hustling tomorrow | |
You might just find | |
Something to live for | |
Keep pushing tomorrow | |
You might just find | |
Something to live for | |
Keep hustling tomorrow | |
Until you find that elusive something |
Lyrics: Hymas Brown Music: Hymas Brown | |
We' ve seen so many towns | |
Where the trains don' t ever stop | |
Though we hear all night sounds | |
There' s no side left to the shop | |
Nothing but changes of face | |
That life arranges | |
Nothing but strangeness that wastes | |
Anything it replaces | |
We' ve seen so many dreams | |
Floating out into the tide | |
They' re never what they seem | |
And there' s emptiness inside | |
Nothing but changes of face | |
That life arranges | |
Nothing but strangeness that wastes | |
Anything it replaces | |
Keep pushing tomorrow | |
You might just find | |
Something to live for | |
Keep hustling tomorrow | |
You might just find | |
That elusive something | |
We' ve got so many ways | |
To take the world apart | |
And almost no one stays | |
If they make it from the start | |
Nothing but changes of face | |
That life arranges | |
Nothing but strangeness that wastes | |
Anything it replaces | |
Keep pushing tomorrow | |
You might just find | |
Something to live for | |
Keep hustling tomorrow | |
You might just find | |
Something to live for | |
Keep pushing tomorrow | |
You might just find | |
Something to live for | |
Keep hustling tomorrow | |
Until you find that elusive something |