歌曲 | Like Castanets |
歌手 | Bishop Allen |
专辑 | The Broken String |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Rice, Rudder | |
This city is silver in the moon | |
And mountains heaped with sugar spoons | |
The click and clatter of my feet | |
On lonely crooked cobbled streets | |
Like castanets | |
Down past the window shutter tie | |
The hollow of a haunted night | |
It's raining now out on the beach | |
The chit and chatter of my teeth | |
Like Castanets | |
I'm following the coffee trail | |
And drink it black and by the bail | |
The pesos turn to paper cups | |
My fingers tremble at the touch | |
Like castanets | |
Santa Lucia | |
...Bella vista | |
San Cristobal | |
La Moneda | |
And on the cable car I climb | |
Up to the sacred virgin shrine | |
This city's smothered in the smog | |
The snippy snap of wild dogs | |
Like Castanets | |
Tomorrow is Assumption Day | |
I ask them what they celebrate | |
Daniello says he can't explain | |
But he'll be clappin' anyway | |
Like Castanets | |
Ohh...Like Castanets |
zuo qu : Rice, Rudder | |
This city is silver in the moon | |
And mountains heaped with sugar spoons | |
The click and clatter of my feet | |
On lonely crooked cobbled streets | |
Like castanets | |
Down past the window shutter tie | |
The hollow of a haunted night | |
It' s raining now out on the beach | |
The chit and chatter of my teeth | |
Like Castanets | |
I' m following the coffee trail | |
And drink it black and by the bail | |
The pesos turn to paper cups | |
My fingers tremble at the touch | |
Like castanets | |
Santa Lucia | |
... Bella vista | |
San Cristobal | |
La Moneda | |
And on the cable car I climb | |
Up to the sacred virgin shrine | |
This city' s smothered in the smog | |
The snippy snap of wild dogs | |
Like Castanets | |
Tomorrow is Assumption Day | |
I ask them what they celebrate | |
Daniello says he can' t explain | |
But he' ll be clappin' anyway | |
Like Castanets | |
Ohh... Like Castanets |
zuò qǔ : Rice, Rudder | |
This city is silver in the moon | |
And mountains heaped with sugar spoons | |
The click and clatter of my feet | |
On lonely crooked cobbled streets | |
Like castanets | |
Down past the window shutter tie | |
The hollow of a haunted night | |
It' s raining now out on the beach | |
The chit and chatter of my teeth | |
Like Castanets | |
I' m following the coffee trail | |
And drink it black and by the bail | |
The pesos turn to paper cups | |
My fingers tremble at the touch | |
Like castanets | |
Santa Lucia | |
... Bella vista | |
San Cristobal | |
La Moneda | |
And on the cable car I climb | |
Up to the sacred virgin shrine | |
This city' s smothered in the smog | |
The snippy snap of wild dogs | |
Like Castanets | |
Tomorrow is Assumption Day | |
I ask them what they celebrate | |
Daniello says he can' t explain | |
But he' ll be clappin' anyway | |
Like Castanets | |
Ohh... Like Castanets |