歌曲 | The Monitor |
歌手 | Bishop Allen |
专辑 | The Broken String |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Rice, Rudder | |
Once a great ironworks | |
Stood at the end of my street | |
And they hauled in The Monitor | |
Fit her with armor | |
For to save the union fleet | |
The River James was on fire | |
As The Merrimack thundered and raged | |
And she seemed so colossal and so unstoppable | |
Until the two engaged | |
And inside the sound | |
A deafening din, round after round, again and again | |
Shattering down, shattering down, shattering down | |
The neighborhood's quiet at night | |
But sometimes my ears still ring | |
And you think I'd understand | |
That a rock-n-roll band | |
Doesn't mean a blessed thing | |
But I picture the poor crew stunned | |
When the cannons did finally subside | |
How they stand on the deck | |
With the sun at their neck | |
And they wonder if they're still alive | |
And I try to shout | |
But none of them hear | |
They're moving their mouths | |
But the blood in their ears | |
Is running down, running down, running down | |
And we're singing la da da da da da | |
And we're singing la da da da da da | |
And we're singing la da da da da da | |
But what then? | |
It's stunning to know I've survived | |
But I'm not sure what I'm fighting for anymore | |
And when I break another string | |
And continue to sing | |
Is that courage? I'm not sure. | |
When the ironclads drifted apart | |
Still blue and still gray | |
The men shoveled in the coal | |
And worked the pumps in the hull | |
Just like every other day | |
And none of them knew | |
Oh, none of them cared | |
How much it just changed right then and right there | |
They just carried on, carried on, carried on | |
And we're singing la da da da da da | |
And we're singing la da da da da da | |
And we're singing la da da da da da | |
But what then? | |
And we're singing la da da da da da | |
And we're singing la da da da da da | |
And we're singing la da da da da da | |
But what then? |
zuo qu : Rice, Rudder | |
Once a great ironworks | |
Stood at the end of my street | |
And they hauled in The Monitor | |
Fit her with armor | |
For to save the union fleet | |
The River James was on fire | |
As The Merrimack thundered and raged | |
And she seemed so colossal and so unstoppable | |
Until the two engaged | |
And inside the sound | |
A deafening din, round after round, again and again | |
Shattering down, shattering down, shattering down | |
The neighborhood' s quiet at night | |
But sometimes my ears still ring | |
And you think I' d understand | |
That a rocknroll band | |
Doesn' t mean a blessed thing | |
But I picture the poor crew stunned | |
When the cannons did finally subside | |
How they stand on the deck | |
With the sun at their neck | |
And they wonder if they' re still alive | |
And I try to shout | |
But none of them hear | |
They' re moving their mouths | |
But the blood in their ears | |
Is running down, running down, running down | |
And we' re singing la da da da da da | |
And we' re singing la da da da da da | |
And we' re singing la da da da da da | |
But what then? | |
It' s stunning to know I' ve survived | |
But I' m not sure what I' m fighting for anymore | |
And when I break another string | |
And continue to sing | |
Is that courage? I' m not sure. | |
When the ironclads drifted apart | |
Still blue and still gray | |
The men shoveled in the coal | |
And worked the pumps in the hull | |
Just like every other day | |
And none of them knew | |
Oh, none of them cared | |
How much it just changed right then and right there | |
They just carried on, carried on, carried on | |
And we' re singing la da da da da da | |
And we' re singing la da da da da da | |
And we' re singing la da da da da da | |
But what then? | |
And we' re singing la da da da da da | |
And we' re singing la da da da da da | |
And we' re singing la da da da da da | |
But what then? |
zuò qǔ : Rice, Rudder | |
Once a great ironworks | |
Stood at the end of my street | |
And they hauled in The Monitor | |
Fit her with armor | |
For to save the union fleet | |
The River James was on fire | |
As The Merrimack thundered and raged | |
And she seemed so colossal and so unstoppable | |
Until the two engaged | |
And inside the sound | |
A deafening din, round after round, again and again | |
Shattering down, shattering down, shattering down | |
The neighborhood' s quiet at night | |
But sometimes my ears still ring | |
And you think I' d understand | |
That a rocknroll band | |
Doesn' t mean a blessed thing | |
But I picture the poor crew stunned | |
When the cannons did finally subside | |
How they stand on the deck | |
With the sun at their neck | |
And they wonder if they' re still alive | |
And I try to shout | |
But none of them hear | |
They' re moving their mouths | |
But the blood in their ears | |
Is running down, running down, running down | |
And we' re singing la da da da da da | |
And we' re singing la da da da da da | |
And we' re singing la da da da da da | |
But what then? | |
It' s stunning to know I' ve survived | |
But I' m not sure what I' m fighting for anymore | |
And when I break another string | |
And continue to sing | |
Is that courage? I' m not sure. | |
When the ironclads drifted apart | |
Still blue and still gray | |
The men shoveled in the coal | |
And worked the pumps in the hull | |
Just like every other day | |
And none of them knew | |
Oh, none of them cared | |
How much it just changed right then and right there | |
They just carried on, carried on, carried on | |
And we' re singing la da da da da da | |
And we' re singing la da da da da da | |
And we' re singing la da da da da da | |
But what then? | |
And we' re singing la da da da da da | |
And we' re singing la da da da da da | |
And we' re singing la da da da da da | |
But what then? |