作曲 : Moor | |
There ain't nothing so very good | |
As this love in its morning | |
When it comes with its promises | |
And leaves without warning | |
There ain't nothing | |
I can do about | |
This fever in my head | |
Oh, things | |
I can't say out loud | |
Things that | |
I dread There ain't nothing so bad, now | |
As a good man done wrong | |
There's blood on my hands | |
Honey now- | |
What have | |
I done Honey, what have | |
I done... | |
One day I woke up | |
Forgot all my dreams | |
And it's driving me to distraction, honey | |
Would you listen to me please | |
Every man is a prisoner | |
Of his own desire | |
Oh, a good man got done some wrong | |
Gets caught in its fire | |
There ain't nothing so bad, now | |
As a good man done wrong | |
There's blood on my hands | |
Honey now, what have we done | |
Honey what have we done (...It was a slip of the tonue Now the plague has begun...) |
zuo qu : Moor | |
There ain' t nothing so very good | |
As this love in its morning | |
When it comes with its promises | |
And leaves without warning | |
There ain' t nothing | |
I can do about | |
This fever in my head | |
Oh, things | |
I can' t say out loud | |
Things that | |
I dread There ain' t nothing so bad, now | |
As a good man done wrong | |
There' s blood on my hands | |
Honey now | |
What have | |
I done Honey, what have | |
I done... | |
One day I woke up | |
Forgot all my dreams | |
And it' s driving me to distraction, honey | |
Would you listen to me please | |
Every man is a prisoner | |
Of his own desire | |
Oh, a good man got done some wrong | |
Gets caught in its fire | |
There ain' t nothing so bad, now | |
As a good man done wrong | |
There' s blood on my hands | |
Honey now, what have we done | |
Honey what have we done ... It was a slip of the tonue Now the plague has begun... |
zuò qǔ : Moor | |
There ain' t nothing so very good | |
As this love in its morning | |
When it comes with its promises | |
And leaves without warning | |
There ain' t nothing | |
I can do about | |
This fever in my head | |
Oh, things | |
I can' t say out loud | |
Things that | |
I dread There ain' t nothing so bad, now | |
As a good man done wrong | |
There' s blood on my hands | |
Honey now | |
What have | |
I done Honey, what have | |
I done... | |
One day I woke up | |
Forgot all my dreams | |
And it' s driving me to distraction, honey | |
Would you listen to me please | |
Every man is a prisoner | |
Of his own desire | |
Oh, a good man got done some wrong | |
Gets caught in its fire | |
There ain' t nothing so bad, now | |
As a good man done wrong | |
There' s blood on my hands | |
Honey now, what have we done | |
Honey what have we done ... It was a slip of the tonue Now the plague has begun... |