Round Eye Blues 歌词

歌曲	Round Eye Blues
歌手	Marah
专辑	Kids In Philly
下载	Image LRC TXT

	作曲 : Bielanko, Bielanko
	Last night I closed my eyes
	And watched the tracers fly
	Through the jungle trees
	Like fireflies on a windy night
	Pulled up and onward by the breeze
	I can still hear the far off tin-canny sounds
	Of their machine guns come unwound
	And I was shakin like Little Richard
	And I was sweatin like ol James Brown
	Over by my window sill
	The moon was still
	On my cigarettes and wine
	Sometimes theres wear I pray to Jesus
	Sometimes theres where I pray to die
	But I could still sense the circling danger
	Of those invisible bastards of a piss-hot day
	I was shakin with ol Proud Mary
	I was sittin on the dock of the bay
	Take the hits boys take the hits
	Dont smoke your bible and dont lose your wits
	Because the sky is filled with shrapnel
	And your eyes are filled with tears
	Hold your breath boys hold your breath
	Finger your trigger and welcome death
	Because the choppers filled with your gut-shot friends
	Your hearts are filled with fear
	Fables tell of men who fell
	With swords dangling from their chest
	The old guys down at the taproom swear
	The Japs could kill you best
	But late at night I could still hear the cries
	Of three black guys I seen take it in the face
	I think about them sweet Motown girls they left behind
	And the assholes that took their place
	Take the hits boys take the hits
	Dont smoke your bottle and dont lose your wits
	Because the sky is filled with shrapnel
	And your eyes are filled with tears
	Hold your breath boys hold your breath
	Finger your trigger and welcome death
	Because the choppers filled with your gut-shot friends
	Your hearts are filled with fear

	zuo qu : Bielanko, Bielanko
	Last night I closed my eyes
	And watched the tracers fly
	Through the jungle trees
	Like fireflies on a windy night
	Pulled up and onward by the breeze
	I can still hear the far off tincanny sounds
	Of their machine guns come unwound
	And I was shakin like Little Richard
	And I was sweatin like ol James Brown
	Over by my window sill
	The moon was still
	On my cigarettes and wine
	Sometimes theres wear I pray to Jesus
	Sometimes theres where I pray to die
	But I could still sense the circling danger
	Of those invisible bastards of a pisshot day
	I was shakin with ol Proud Mary
	I was sittin on the dock of the bay
	Take the hits boys take the hits
	Dont smoke your bible and dont lose your wits
	Because the sky is filled with shrapnel
	And your eyes are filled with tears
	Hold your breath boys hold your breath
	Finger your trigger and welcome death
	Because the choppers filled with your gutshot friends
	Your hearts are filled with fear
	Fables tell of men who fell
	With swords dangling from their chest
	The old guys down at the taproom swear
	The Japs could kill you best
	But late at night I could still hear the cries
	Of three black guys I seen take it in the face
	I think about them sweet Motown girls they left behind
	And the assholes that took their place
	Take the hits boys take the hits
	Dont smoke your bottle and dont lose your wits
	Because the sky is filled with shrapnel
	And your eyes are filled with tears
	Hold your breath boys hold your breath
	Finger your trigger and welcome death
	Because the choppers filled with your gutshot friends
	Your hearts are filled with fear

	zuò qǔ : Bielanko, Bielanko
	Last night I closed my eyes
	And watched the tracers fly
	Through the jungle trees
	Like fireflies on a windy night
	Pulled up and onward by the breeze
	I can still hear the far off tincanny sounds
	Of their machine guns come unwound
	And I was shakin like Little Richard
	And I was sweatin like ol James Brown
	Over by my window sill
	The moon was still
	On my cigarettes and wine
	Sometimes theres wear I pray to Jesus
	Sometimes theres where I pray to die
	But I could still sense the circling danger
	Of those invisible bastards of a pisshot day
	I was shakin with ol Proud Mary
	I was sittin on the dock of the bay
	Take the hits boys take the hits
	Dont smoke your bible and dont lose your wits
	Because the sky is filled with shrapnel
	And your eyes are filled with tears
	Hold your breath boys hold your breath
	Finger your trigger and welcome death
	Because the choppers filled with your gutshot friends
	Your hearts are filled with fear
	Fables tell of men who fell
	With swords dangling from their chest
	The old guys down at the taproom swear
	The Japs could kill you best
	But late at night I could still hear the cries
	Of three black guys I seen take it in the face
	I think about them sweet Motown girls they left behind
	And the assholes that took their place
	Take the hits boys take the hits
	Dont smoke your bottle and dont lose your wits
	Because the sky is filled with shrapnel
	And your eyes are filled with tears
	Hold your breath boys hold your breath
	Finger your trigger and welcome death
	Because the choppers filled with your gutshot friends
	Your hearts are filled with fear

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