歌曲 | Albuquerque Lullaby |
歌手 | Dan Bern |
专辑 | New American Language |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Bern ... | |
I have a friend | |
Sits in his office | |
Where he's had his big success | |
Now he cries all day | |
He says the Internet | |
Is stealing his royalties | |
Talks of his glory days | |
I say no one cares about your glory days | |
Backroads New Mexico | |
There's an old abandoned church | |
Windows boarded up | |
Never sees a coat of paint | |
Sometimes I drive by and dream | |
Of hearing the preacher preach | |
But it's a dragstrip for the kids | |
You can hear their tires screech | |
Don't let your heart | |
Get broken by this world | |
Don't let your heart | |
Get broken | |
At the bottom of the ocean | |
You might find a pearl | |
Don't let your heart | |
Get broken by this world | |
Drop by Albuquerque sometime | |
When you need to | |
I'll sing you an Albuquerque Lullaby. . . . | |
So baby when I close my eyes | |
You know it's you I see | |
You know I'm pulling for you | |
As you go on your way | |
Don't ever hesitate | |
To say what's goin' on | |
Ain't nothin black and white | |
Always some new place to turn | |
Don't let your heart | |
Get broken by this world. . . |
zuo qu : Bern ... | |
I have a friend | |
Sits in his office | |
Where he' s had his big success | |
Now he cries all day | |
He says the Internet | |
Is stealing his royalties | |
Talks of his glory days | |
I say no one cares about your glory days | |
Backroads New Mexico | |
There' s an old abandoned church | |
Windows boarded up | |
Never sees a coat of paint | |
Sometimes I drive by and dream | |
Of hearing the preacher preach | |
But it' s a dragstrip for the kids | |
You can hear their tires screech | |
Don' t let your heart | |
Get broken by this world | |
Don' t let your heart | |
Get broken | |
At the bottom of the ocean | |
You might find a pearl | |
Don' t let your heart | |
Get broken by this world | |
Drop by Albuquerque sometime | |
When you need to | |
I' ll sing you an Albuquerque Lullaby. . . . | |
So baby when I close my eyes | |
You know it' s you I see | |
You know I' m pulling for you | |
As you go on your way | |
Don' t ever hesitate | |
To say what' s goin' on | |
Ain' t nothin black and white | |
Always some new place to turn | |
Don' t let your heart | |
Get broken by this world. . . |
zuò qǔ : Bern ... | |
I have a friend | |
Sits in his office | |
Where he' s had his big success | |
Now he cries all day | |
He says the Internet | |
Is stealing his royalties | |
Talks of his glory days | |
I say no one cares about your glory days | |
Backroads New Mexico | |
There' s an old abandoned church | |
Windows boarded up | |
Never sees a coat of paint | |
Sometimes I drive by and dream | |
Of hearing the preacher preach | |
But it' s a dragstrip for the kids | |
You can hear their tires screech | |
Don' t let your heart | |
Get broken by this world | |
Don' t let your heart | |
Get broken | |
At the bottom of the ocean | |
You might find a pearl | |
Don' t let your heart | |
Get broken by this world | |
Drop by Albuquerque sometime | |
When you need to | |
I' ll sing you an Albuquerque Lullaby. . . . | |
So baby when I close my eyes | |
You know it' s you I see | |
You know I' m pulling for you | |
As you go on your way | |
Don' t ever hesitate | |
To say what' s goin' on | |
Ain' t nothin black and white | |
Always some new place to turn | |
Don' t let your heart | |
Get broken by this world. . . |