Bombay Rain 歌词

	作曲 : Osenga
	The rain in Bombay falls on the righteous and the wrong
	And there is no way for me to understand
	Faces pull toward me like the sea to the moon
	Eyes like diamonds in the sun
	Abraham’s grains of sand spilling over the streets
	A wave of statistics
	The rain in Bombay feeds the swelling of the sea
	It threatens to drown all the voices drowning me
	We stand beneath the gateway of the foreign kings and queens
	With nothing but pockets of candy
	I look up to the sky and see the stars hanging from
	The promises, the promises of God
	Hollywood, Bollywood, London, and Chicago
	Lord, all the places you have placed us
	I was born in a small town, and I feel like a small man
	Looking out the windows of this Bombay bus
	The rain in Bombay falls on the righteous and the wrong
	And there is no way for me to understand
	Obscene idols, rickshaw cycles, cows on the highway
	Honey, all the things that I have seen
	But most amazing of them all is the grace that we believe in
	That we are known and love, loved and known
	Hollywood, Bollywood, Tokyo, Nairobi
	Lord, all the places you have placed us
	I’m a child of the one God
	The Spirit, Father, and Son
	On each side of the windows of this Bombay bus
	The rain in Bombay …

	zuo qu : Osenga
	The rain in Bombay falls on the righteous and the wrong
	And there is no way for me to understand
	Faces pull toward me like the sea to the moon
	Eyes like diamonds in the sun
	Abraham' s grains of sand spilling over the streets
	A wave of statistics
	The rain in Bombay feeds the swelling of the sea
	It threatens to drown all the voices drowning me
	We stand beneath the gateway of the foreign kings and queens
	With nothing but pockets of candy
	I look up to the sky and see the stars hanging from
	The promises, the promises of God
	Hollywood, Bollywood, London, and Chicago
	Lord, all the places you have placed us
	I was born in a small town, and I feel like a small man
	Looking out the windows of this Bombay bus
	The rain in Bombay falls on the righteous and the wrong
	And there is no way for me to understand
	Obscene idols, rickshaw cycles, cows on the highway
	Honey, all the things that I have seen
	But most amazing of them all is the grace that we believe in
	That we are known and love, loved and known
	Hollywood, Bollywood, Tokyo, Nairobi
	Lord, all the places you have placed us
	I' m a child of the one God
	The Spirit, Father, and Son
	On each side of the windows of this Bombay bus
	The rain in Bombay

	zuò qǔ : Osenga
	The rain in Bombay falls on the righteous and the wrong
	And there is no way for me to understand
	Faces pull toward me like the sea to the moon
	Eyes like diamonds in the sun
	Abraham' s grains of sand spilling over the streets
	A wave of statistics
	The rain in Bombay feeds the swelling of the sea
	It threatens to drown all the voices drowning me
	We stand beneath the gateway of the foreign kings and queens
	With nothing but pockets of candy
	I look up to the sky and see the stars hanging from
	The promises, the promises of God
	Hollywood, Bollywood, London, and Chicago
	Lord, all the places you have placed us
	I was born in a small town, and I feel like a small man
	Looking out the windows of this Bombay bus
	The rain in Bombay falls on the righteous and the wrong
	And there is no way for me to understand
	Obscene idols, rickshaw cycles, cows on the highway
	Honey, all the things that I have seen
	But most amazing of them all is the grace that we believe in
	That we are known and love, loved and known
	Hollywood, Bollywood, Tokyo, Nairobi
	Lord, all the places you have placed us
	I' m a child of the one God
	The Spirit, Father, and Son
	On each side of the windows of this Bombay bus
	The rain in Bombay

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