| 歌曲 | Barroom Hero |
| 歌手 | Dropkick Murphys |
| 专辑 | Do Or Die |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Casey | |
| Face down in the gutter, won't admit defeat | |
| Though his clothes are soiled and black | |
| He's a big, strong man with a child's mind | |
| Don't you take his booze away, hey | |
| He's been at it for years, drinkin' balls and beers | |
| He's a hero to most he meets, hey, hey, hey | |
| But inside he cries, black, swollen eyes | |
| This man, he sheds no tears | |
| Now his wife and kids sing a different tune | |
| As they worry 'bout their daddy dyin', hey, hey, hey | |
| But this arrogant fool breaks every rule | |
| It'll be nothing but pride that kills him | |
| Could he listen, no, he won't, that's all she wrote | |
| He'll be dead before the daylight shines | |
| But the thoughts and prayers of a million strong | |
| Might keep this man from dying | |
| Could he listen, no, he won't, that's all she wrote | |
| He'll be dead before the daylight shines | |
| But the thoughts and prayers of a million strong | |
| Might keep this fool from dying | |
| He's a legend in the bar with every scar | |
| Fights a thousand bigger men, hey, hey, hey | |
| But now he fights and loses, got all the bruises | |
| Will someone please step in? | |
| This Irish fools got a great, big heart | |
| He keeps climbin' back into the ring, hey, hey, hey | |
| In the low down circles where he holds his court | |
| This man, he once was king | |
| Could he listen, no, he won't, that's all she wrote | |
| He'll be dead before the daylight shines | |
| But the thoughts and prayers of a million strong | |
| Might keep this fool from dying | |
| Could he listen, no, he won't, that's all she wrote | |
| He'll be dead before the daylight shines | |
| But the thoughts and prayers of a million strong | |
| Might keep this fool from dying | |
| This one goes out to the | |
| Boston Punks and | |
| SkinsA rowdy bunch they are | |
| This one goes out to everyone at | |
| Six Fifty | |
| Six Adams | |
| StreetHow you doin', fellas? | |
| This one goes out to [Incomprehensible] | |
| Ballroom heroes, one no longer with us | |
| Last but not the least, this one goes out to[Incomprehensible] | |
| He's a legend in the bar with every scar | |
| Fights a thousand, bigger men, hey, hey, hey | |
| Now he fights and loses, got all the bruises | |
| Will someone please step in?' | |
| Cause this | |
| Irish fools got a great, big heart | |
| He keeps climbin' back in to the ring, hey, hey, hey | |
| In the low down circles where he holds his court | |
| This man he once was king | |
| Could he listen, no, he won't, that's all she wrote | |
| He'll be dead before the daylight shines | |
| But the thoughts and prayers of a million strong | |
| Might keep this fool from dying | |
| Could he listen, no, he won't, that's all she wrote | |
| He'll be dead before the daylight shines | |
| But the thoughts and prayers of a million strong | |
| Might keep this fool from dying |
| zuo qu : Casey | |
| Face down in the gutter, won' t admit defeat | |
| Though his clothes are soiled and black | |
| He' s a big, strong man with a child' s mind | |
| Don' t you take his booze away, hey | |
| He' s been at it for years, drinkin' balls and beers | |
| He' s a hero to most he meets, hey, hey, hey | |
| But inside he cries, black, swollen eyes | |
| This man, he sheds no tears | |
| Now his wife and kids sing a different tune | |
| As they worry ' bout their daddy dyin', hey, hey, hey | |
| But this arrogant fool breaks every rule | |
| It' ll be nothing but pride that kills him | |
| Could he listen, no, he won' t, that' s all she wrote | |
| He' ll be dead before the daylight shines | |
| But the thoughts and prayers of a million strong | |
| Might keep this man from dying | |
| Could he listen, no, he won' t, that' s all she wrote | |
| He' ll be dead before the daylight shines | |
| But the thoughts and prayers of a million strong | |
| Might keep this fool from dying | |
| He' s a legend in the bar with every scar | |
| Fights a thousand bigger men, hey, hey, hey | |
| But now he fights and loses, got all the bruises | |
| Will someone please step in? | |
| This Irish fools got a great, big heart | |
| He keeps climbin' back into the ring, hey, hey, hey | |
| In the low down circles where he holds his court | |
| This man, he once was king | |
| Could he listen, no, he won' t, that' s all she wrote | |
| He' ll be dead before the daylight shines | |
| But the thoughts and prayers of a million strong | |
| Might keep this fool from dying | |
| Could he listen, no, he won' t, that' s all she wrote | |
| He' ll be dead before the daylight shines | |
| But the thoughts and prayers of a million strong | |
| Might keep this fool from dying | |
| This one goes out to the | |
| Boston Punks and | |
| SkinsA rowdy bunch they are | |
| This one goes out to everyone at | |
| Six Fifty | |
| Six Adams | |
| StreetHow you doin', fellas? | |
| This one goes out to Incomprehensible | |
| Ballroom heroes, one no longer with us | |
| Last but not the least, this one goes out to Incomprehensible | |
| He' s a legend in the bar with every scar | |
| Fights a thousand, bigger men, hey, hey, hey | |
| Now he fights and loses, got all the bruises | |
| Will someone please step in?' | |
| Cause this | |
| Irish fools got a great, big heart | |
| He keeps climbin' back in to the ring, hey, hey, hey | |
| In the low down circles where he holds his court | |
| This man he once was king | |
| Could he listen, no, he won' t, that' s all she wrote | |
| He' ll be dead before the daylight shines | |
| But the thoughts and prayers of a million strong | |
| Might keep this fool from dying | |
| Could he listen, no, he won' t, that' s all she wrote | |
| He' ll be dead before the daylight shines | |
| But the thoughts and prayers of a million strong | |
| Might keep this fool from dying |
| zuò qǔ : Casey | |
| Face down in the gutter, won' t admit defeat | |
| Though his clothes are soiled and black | |
| He' s a big, strong man with a child' s mind | |
| Don' t you take his booze away, hey | |
| He' s been at it for years, drinkin' balls and beers | |
| He' s a hero to most he meets, hey, hey, hey | |
| But inside he cries, black, swollen eyes | |
| This man, he sheds no tears | |
| Now his wife and kids sing a different tune | |
| As they worry ' bout their daddy dyin', hey, hey, hey | |
| But this arrogant fool breaks every rule | |
| It' ll be nothing but pride that kills him | |
| Could he listen, no, he won' t, that' s all she wrote | |
| He' ll be dead before the daylight shines | |
| But the thoughts and prayers of a million strong | |
| Might keep this man from dying | |
| Could he listen, no, he won' t, that' s all she wrote | |
| He' ll be dead before the daylight shines | |
| But the thoughts and prayers of a million strong | |
| Might keep this fool from dying | |
| He' s a legend in the bar with every scar | |
| Fights a thousand bigger men, hey, hey, hey | |
| But now he fights and loses, got all the bruises | |
| Will someone please step in? | |
| This Irish fools got a great, big heart | |
| He keeps climbin' back into the ring, hey, hey, hey | |
| In the low down circles where he holds his court | |
| This man, he once was king | |
| Could he listen, no, he won' t, that' s all she wrote | |
| He' ll be dead before the daylight shines | |
| But the thoughts and prayers of a million strong | |
| Might keep this fool from dying | |
| Could he listen, no, he won' t, that' s all she wrote | |
| He' ll be dead before the daylight shines | |
| But the thoughts and prayers of a million strong | |
| Might keep this fool from dying | |
| This one goes out to the | |
| Boston Punks and | |
| SkinsA rowdy bunch they are | |
| This one goes out to everyone at | |
| Six Fifty | |
| Six Adams | |
| StreetHow you doin', fellas? | |
| This one goes out to Incomprehensible | |
| Ballroom heroes, one no longer with us | |
| Last but not the least, this one goes out to Incomprehensible | |
| He' s a legend in the bar with every scar | |
| Fights a thousand, bigger men, hey, hey, hey | |
| Now he fights and loses, got all the bruises | |
| Will someone please step in?' | |
| Cause this | |
| Irish fools got a great, big heart | |
| He keeps climbin' back in to the ring, hey, hey, hey | |
| In the low down circles where he holds his court | |
| This man he once was king | |
| Could he listen, no, he won' t, that' s all she wrote | |
| He' ll be dead before the daylight shines | |
| But the thoughts and prayers of a million strong | |
| Might keep this fool from dying | |
| Could he listen, no, he won' t, that' s all she wrote | |
| He' ll be dead before the daylight shines | |
| But the thoughts and prayers of a million strong | |
| Might keep this fool from dying |