歌曲 | Love Of A Rolling Stone |
歌手 | Bonnie Tyler |
专辑 | The World Starts Tonight |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Chestnut | |
You hate old Chicago ,in the winter time | |
When the cold wind blows right through you | |
And you said it ain't no fun | |
You called west a dream come true | |
Then one week it got the best of you | |
On a path lying in that Oklahoma sun | |
Swore if this day ever came | |
There'd be no strings, no playing games | |
Misty eyes and sad goodbyes to say | |
When love is gone why try to put | |
A finger on what happened | |
When somewhere down the road | |
It slipped away | |
All I ever wanted was a baby in my arms | |
A wedding ring and a simple thing called home | |
All you ever gave me was a look at some old highway | |
The sky above and the love of a rolling stone | |
I remember when you told me | |
That you'd always be a drifting man | |
And you didn't need another hungry mouth to feed | |
And I won't bring a child into a world between roses | |
And a thorn and the side of a tumbling tumbleweed | |
One day you may miss me | |
But I hope you don't feel guilty | |
Go chase the sun until your dying day | |
But inside me there's a second little heartbeat | |
That goes with me | |
And the one more thing that happened on the way | |
All I ever wanted was a baby in my arms | |
A wedding ring and a simple thing called home | |
All you ever gave me was a look at some old highway | |
The sky above and the love of a rolling stone |
zuo qu : Chestnut | |
You hate old Chicago , in the winter time | |
When the cold wind blows right through you | |
And you said it ain' t no fun | |
You called west a dream come true | |
Then one week it got the best of you | |
On a path lying in that Oklahoma sun | |
Swore if this day ever came | |
There' d be no strings, no playing games | |
Misty eyes and sad goodbyes to say | |
When love is gone why try to put | |
A finger on what happened | |
When somewhere down the road | |
It slipped away | |
All I ever wanted was a baby in my arms | |
A wedding ring and a simple thing called home | |
All you ever gave me was a look at some old highway | |
The sky above and the love of a rolling stone | |
I remember when you told me | |
That you' d always be a drifting man | |
And you didn' t need another hungry mouth to feed | |
And I won' t bring a child into a world between roses | |
And a thorn and the side of a tumbling tumbleweed | |
One day you may miss me | |
But I hope you don' t feel guilty | |
Go chase the sun until your dying day | |
But inside me there' s a second little heartbeat | |
That goes with me | |
And the one more thing that happened on the way | |
All I ever wanted was a baby in my arms | |
A wedding ring and a simple thing called home | |
All you ever gave me was a look at some old highway | |
The sky above and the love of a rolling stone |
zuò qǔ : Chestnut | |
You hate old Chicago , in the winter time | |
When the cold wind blows right through you | |
And you said it ain' t no fun | |
You called west a dream come true | |
Then one week it got the best of you | |
On a path lying in that Oklahoma sun | |
Swore if this day ever came | |
There' d be no strings, no playing games | |
Misty eyes and sad goodbyes to say | |
When love is gone why try to put | |
A finger on what happened | |
When somewhere down the road | |
It slipped away | |
All I ever wanted was a baby in my arms | |
A wedding ring and a simple thing called home | |
All you ever gave me was a look at some old highway | |
The sky above and the love of a rolling stone | |
I remember when you told me | |
That you' d always be a drifting man | |
And you didn' t need another hungry mouth to feed | |
And I won' t bring a child into a world between roses | |
And a thorn and the side of a tumbling tumbleweed | |
One day you may miss me | |
But I hope you don' t feel guilty | |
Go chase the sun until your dying day | |
But inside me there' s a second little heartbeat | |
That goes with me | |
And the one more thing that happened on the way | |
All I ever wanted was a baby in my arms | |
A wedding ring and a simple thing called home | |
All you ever gave me was a look at some old highway | |
The sky above and the love of a rolling stone |