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"I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car | |
我坐在他车子的副驾驶位子上,顶着乱糟糟的头发 | |
He's got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel | |
他一只手握着方向盘 | |
The other on my heart | |
另一只手在我心上 | |
I look around turn the radio down | |
我随意张望,把录音机的声音关小 | |
He says baby is something wrong | |
他说宝贝怎么了? | |
I say nothing I was just thinking how we don't have a song | |
我说没什么,我只是在想为什么我们没有一首我们的歌 | |
And he says | |
然后他说... | |
Our song is the slamming screen door | |
我们的歌是那扇发出噪音的门 | |
Sneakin' out late tapping on your window | |
当我晚上偷偷溜出去,敲你的窗户的时候 | |
When we're on the phone and you talk real slow | |
是我们讲电话时你悄悄的话语 | |
Cause it's late and your mama don't know | |
因为已经是深夜,并且你妈妈不知道 | |
Our song is the way you laugh | |
我们的歌是你的笑声 | |
The first date man I didn't kiss her but I should have | |
第一次约会“天啊,我没有吻她,但是我应该吻的” | |
And when I got home before I said amen | |
当我回到家...在我结束祷告前 | |
Asking God if he could play it again | |
问上帝能不能让一切重来 | |
I was walking up the front porch steps after everything the day | |
在一天结束后,我沿着台阶走进前门廊 | |
Had gone all wrong or been trampled on | |
所有的事都搞砸,弄得一团糟 | |
And lost and thrown away | |
被丢弃,被浪费 | |
Got to the hallway well on my way to my lovin' bed | |
通向我可爱的床的途中,穿过走廊 | |
I almost didn't notice all the roses | |
我几乎没有注意到沿途的玫瑰 | |
And the note that said | |
和写着...的纸条 | |
Our song is the slamming screen door | |
我们的歌是那扇发出噪音的门 | |
Sneakin' out late tapping on your window | |
当我晚上偷偷溜出去,敲你的窗户的时候 | |
When we're on the phone and you talk real slow | |
是我们讲电话时你悄悄的话语 | |
Cause it's late and your mama don't know | |
因为已经是深夜,并且你妈妈不知道 | |
Our song is the way you laugh | |
我们的歌是你的笑声 | |
The first date man I didn't kiss her but I should have | |
第一次约会“天啊,我没有吻她,但是我应该吻的” | |
And when I got home before I said amen | |
当我回到家...在我结束祷告前 | |
Asking God if he could play it again | |
问上帝能不能让一切重来 | |
I've heard every album listened to the radio | |
我听了每一张专辑,又听了录音机 | |
Waited for something to come along | |
等待着什么事的到来 | |
That was as good as our song | |
这种感觉很好,就像我们的歌一样... | |
Cause our song is the slamming screen door | |
因为我们的歌是那扇发出噪音的门 | |
Sneaking out late tapping on his window | |
当我晚上偷偷溜出去,敲你的窗户的时候 | |
When we're on the phone and he talks real slow | |
是我们讲电话时你悄悄的话语 | |
Cause it's late and his mama don't know | |
因为已经是深夜,并且你妈妈不知道 | |
Our song is the way he laughs | |
我们的歌是你的笑声 | |
The first date man I didn't kiss him and I should have | |
第一次约会“天啊,我没有吻她,但是我应该吻的” | |
And when I got home before I said amen | |
当我回到家...在我结束祷告前 | |
Asking God if he could play it again | |
问上帝能不能让一切重来 | |
play it again | |
一切重来 | |
I was riding shotgun with my hair undone | |
我坐在他车子的副驾驶位子上,顶着乱糟糟的头发 | |
In the front seat of his car | |
坐在他车子的前座上 | |
I grabbed a pen and an old napkin | |
我抓着一支钢笔和一条旧餐巾 | |
And I wrote down our song | |
然后我写下了我们的歌" |
zuo ci : wu | |
zuo qu : wu | |
" I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car | |
wo zuo zai ta che zi de fu jia shi wei zi shang, ding zhe luan zao zao de tou fa | |
He' s got a onehand feel on the steering wheel | |
ta yi zhi shou wo zhe fang xiang pan | |
The other on my heart | |
ling yi zhi shou zai wo xin shang | |
I look around turn the radio down | |
wo sui yi zhang wang, ba lu yin ji de sheng yin guan xiao | |
He says baby is something wrong | |
ta shuo bao bei zen me le? | |
I say nothing I was just thinking how we don' t have a song | |
wo shuo mei shen me, wo zhi shi zai xiang wei shi me wo men mei you yi shou wo men de ge | |
And he says | |
ran hou ta shuo... | |
Our song is the slamming screen door | |
wo men de ge shi na shan fa chu zao yin de men | |
Sneakin' out late tapping on your window | |
dang wo wan shang tou tou liu chu qu, qiao ni de chuang hu de shi hou | |
When we' re on the phone and you talk real slow | |
shi wo men jiang dian hua shi ni qiao qiao de hua yu | |
Cause it' s late and your mama don' t know | |
yin wei yi jing shi shen ye, bing qie ni ma ma bu zhi dao | |
Our song is the way you laugh | |
wo men de ge shi ni de xiao sheng | |
The first date man I didn' t kiss her but I should have | |
di yi ci yue hui" tian a, wo mei you wen ta, dan shi wo ying gai wen de" | |
And when I got home before I said amen | |
dang wo hui dao jia... zai wo jie shu dao gao qian | |
Asking God if he could play it again | |
wen shang di neng bu neng rang yi qie chong lai | |
I was walking up the front porch steps after everything the day | |
zai yi tian jie shu hou, wo yan zhe tai jie zou jin qian men lang | |
Had gone all wrong or been trampled on | |
suo you de shi dou gao za, nong de yi tuan zao | |
And lost and thrown away | |
bei diu qi, bei lang fei | |
Got to the hallway well on my way to my lovin' bed | |
tong xiang wo ke ai de chuang de tu zhong, chuan guo zou lang | |
I almost didn' t notice all the roses | |
wo ji hu mei you zhu yi dao yan tu de mei gui | |
And the note that said | |
he xie zhe... de zhi tiao | |
Our song is the slamming screen door | |
wo men de ge shi na shan fa chu zao yin de men | |
Sneakin' out late tapping on your window | |
dang wo wan shang tou tou liu chu qu, qiao ni de chuang hu de shi hou | |
When we' re on the phone and you talk real slow | |
shi wo men jiang dian hua shi ni qiao qiao de hua yu | |
Cause it' s late and your mama don' t know | |
yin wei yi jing shi shen ye, bing qie ni ma ma bu zhi dao | |
Our song is the way you laugh | |
wo men de ge shi ni de xiao sheng | |
The first date man I didn' t kiss her but I should have | |
di yi ci yue hui" tian a, wo mei you wen ta, dan shi wo ying gai wen de" | |
And when I got home before I said amen | |
dang wo hui dao jia... zai wo jie shu dao gao qian | |
Asking God if he could play it again | |
wen shang di neng bu neng rang yi qie chong lai | |
I' ve heard every album listened to the radio | |
wo ting le mei yi zhang zhuan ji, you ting le lu yin ji | |
Waited for something to come along | |
deng dai zhe shen me shi de dao lai | |
That was as good as our song | |
zhe zhong gan jue hen hao, jiu xiang wo men de ge yi yang... | |
Cause our song is the slamming screen door | |
yin wei wo men de ge shi na shan fa chu zao yin de men | |
Sneaking out late tapping on his window | |
dang wo wan shang tou tou liu chu qu, qiao ni de chuang hu de shi hou | |
When we' re on the phone and he talks real slow | |
shi wo men jiang dian hua shi ni qiao qiao de hua yu | |
Cause it' s late and his mama don' t know | |
yin wei yi jing shi shen ye, bing qie ni ma ma bu zhi dao | |
Our song is the way he laughs | |
wo men de ge shi ni de xiao sheng | |
The first date man I didn' t kiss him and I should have | |
di yi ci yue hui" tian a, wo mei you wen ta, dan shi wo ying gai wen de" | |
And when I got home before I said amen | |
dang wo hui dao jia... zai wo jie shu dao gao qian | |
Asking God if he could play it again | |
wen shang di neng bu neng rang yi qie chong lai | |
play it again | |
yi qie chong lai | |
I was riding shotgun with my hair undone | |
wo zuo zai ta che zi de fu jia shi wei zi shang, ding zhe luan zao zao de tou fa | |
In the front seat of his car | |
zuo zai ta che zi de qian zuo shang | |
I grabbed a pen and an old napkin | |
wo zhua zhe yi zhi gang bi he yi tiao jiu can jin | |
And I wrote down our song | |
ran hou wo xie xia le wo men de ge" |
zuò cí : wú | |
zuò qǔ : wú | |
" I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car | |
wǒ zuò zài tā chē zi de fù jià shǐ wèi zi shàng, dǐng zhe luàn zāo zāo de tóu fà | |
He' s got a onehand feel on the steering wheel | |
tā yì zhī shǒu wò zhe fāng xiàng pán | |
The other on my heart | |
lìng yì zhī shǒu zài wǒ xīn shàng | |
I look around turn the radio down | |
wǒ suí yì zhāng wàng, bǎ lù yīn jī de shēng yīn guān xiǎo | |
He says baby is something wrong | |
tā shuō bǎo bèi zěn me le? | |
I say nothing I was just thinking how we don' t have a song | |
wǒ shuō méi shén me, wǒ zhǐ shì zài xiǎng wèi shí me wǒ men méi yǒu yī shǒu wǒ men de gē | |
And he says | |
rán hòu tā shuō... | |
Our song is the slamming screen door | |
wǒ men de gē shì nà shàn fā chū zào yīn de mén | |
Sneakin' out late tapping on your window | |
dāng wǒ wǎn shàng tōu tōu liū chū qù, qiāo nǐ de chuāng hù de shí hòu | |
When we' re on the phone and you talk real slow | |
shì wǒ men jiǎng diàn huà shí nǐ qiāo qiāo de huà yǔ | |
Cause it' s late and your mama don' t know | |
yīn wèi yǐ jīng shì shēn yè, bìng qiě nǐ mā mā bù zhī dào | |
Our song is the way you laugh | |
wǒ men de gē shì nǐ de xiào shēng | |
The first date man I didn' t kiss her but I should have | |
dì yī cì yuē huì" tiān a, wǒ méi yǒu wěn tā, dàn shì wǒ yīng gāi wěn de" | |
And when I got home before I said amen | |
dāng wǒ huí dào jiā... zài wǒ jié shù dǎo gào qián | |
Asking God if he could play it again | |
wèn shàng dì néng bù néng ràng yī qiè chóng lái | |
I was walking up the front porch steps after everything the day | |
zài yì tiān jié shù hòu, wǒ yán zhe tái jiē zǒu jìn qián mén láng | |
Had gone all wrong or been trampled on | |
suǒ yǒu de shì dōu gǎo zá, nòng dé yī tuán zāo | |
And lost and thrown away | |
bèi diū qì, bèi làng fèi | |
Got to the hallway well on my way to my lovin' bed | |
tōng xiàng wǒ kě ài de chuáng de tú zhōng, chuān guò zǒu láng | |
I almost didn' t notice all the roses | |
wǒ jī hū méi yǒu zhù yì dào yán tú de méi guī | |
And the note that said | |
hé xiě zhe... de zhǐ tiáo | |
Our song is the slamming screen door | |
wǒ men de gē shì nà shàn fā chū zào yīn de mén | |
Sneakin' out late tapping on your window | |
dāng wǒ wǎn shàng tōu tōu liū chū qù, qiāo nǐ de chuāng hù de shí hòu | |
When we' re on the phone and you talk real slow | |
shì wǒ men jiǎng diàn huà shí nǐ qiāo qiāo de huà yǔ | |
Cause it' s late and your mama don' t know | |
yīn wèi yǐ jīng shì shēn yè, bìng qiě nǐ mā mā bù zhī dào | |
Our song is the way you laugh | |
wǒ men de gē shì nǐ de xiào shēng | |
The first date man I didn' t kiss her but I should have | |
dì yī cì yuē huì" tiān a, wǒ méi yǒu wěn tā, dàn shì wǒ yīng gāi wěn de" | |
And when I got home before I said amen | |
dāng wǒ huí dào jiā... zài wǒ jié shù dǎo gào qián | |
Asking God if he could play it again | |
wèn shàng dì néng bù néng ràng yī qiè chóng lái | |
I' ve heard every album listened to the radio | |
wǒ tīng le měi yī zhāng zhuān jí, yòu tīng le lù yīn jī | |
Waited for something to come along | |
děng dài zhe shén me shì de dào lái | |
That was as good as our song | |
zhè zhǒng gǎn jué hěn hǎo, jiù xiàng wǒ men de gē yí yàng... | |
Cause our song is the slamming screen door | |
yīn wèi wǒ men de gē shì nà shàn fā chū zào yīn de mén | |
Sneaking out late tapping on his window | |
dāng wǒ wǎn shàng tōu tōu liū chū qù, qiāo nǐ de chuāng hù de shí hòu | |
When we' re on the phone and he talks real slow | |
shì wǒ men jiǎng diàn huà shí nǐ qiāo qiāo de huà yǔ | |
Cause it' s late and his mama don' t know | |
yīn wèi yǐ jīng shì shēn yè, bìng qiě nǐ mā mā bù zhī dào | |
Our song is the way he laughs | |
wǒ men de gē shì nǐ de xiào shēng | |
The first date man I didn' t kiss him and I should have | |
dì yī cì yuē huì" tiān a, wǒ méi yǒu wěn tā, dàn shì wǒ yīng gāi wěn de" | |
And when I got home before I said amen | |
dāng wǒ huí dào jiā... zài wǒ jié shù dǎo gào qián | |
Asking God if he could play it again | |
wèn shàng dì néng bù néng ràng yī qiè chóng lái | |
play it again | |
yī qiè chóng lái | |
I was riding shotgun with my hair undone | |
wǒ zuò zài tā chē zi de fù jià shǐ wèi zi shàng, dǐng zhe luàn zāo zāo de tóu fà | |
In the front seat of his car | |
zuò zài tā chē zi de qián zuò shàng | |
I grabbed a pen and an old napkin | |
wǒ zhuā zhe yī zhī gāng bǐ hé yī tiáo jiù cān jīn | |
And I wrote down our song | |
rán hòu wǒ xiě xià le wǒ men de gē" |