歌曲 | Junkyard Blues |
歌手 | Deep Purple |
专辑 | Rapture of the Deep |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Airey, Gillan, Glover, Morse ... | |
Broken down relations, beaten up guitars | |
Making one last appearance in a heap of old cars | |
Brambles and weeds are flourishing amongst | |
Lines of empty bottles and rambling drunks | |
Ha, junkyard blues sound familiar | |
I'm never alone, always remind me of home | |
One of a dozen covered with stains | |
Blistered and stinking was all that remained | |
Cannibalized machines, mysterious bones | |
The unwanted contents of anonymous homes | |
Ha, those junkyard blues sound familiar | |
Take me back, always remind me of home | |
Mangy old dog scratching in the dust | |
Burned out | |
Mercedes surrendering to rust | |
All this stuff was good for something | |
Here it is now, it's good for nothing | |
Ha, junkyard blues sound familiar | |
I'm never alone, always remind me of home |
zuo ci : Airey, Gillan, Glover, Morse ... | |
Broken down relations, beaten up guitars | |
Making one last appearance in a heap of old cars | |
Brambles and weeds are flourishing amongst | |
Lines of empty bottles and rambling drunks | |
Ha, junkyard blues sound familiar | |
I' m never alone, always remind me of home | |
One of a dozen covered with stains | |
Blistered and stinking was all that remained | |
Cannibalized machines, mysterious bones | |
The unwanted contents of anonymous homes | |
Ha, those junkyard blues sound familiar | |
Take me back, always remind me of home | |
Mangy old dog scratching in the dust | |
Burned out | |
Mercedes surrendering to rust | |
All this stuff was good for something | |
Here it is now, it' s good for nothing | |
Ha, junkyard blues sound familiar | |
I' m never alone, always remind me of home |
zuò cí : Airey, Gillan, Glover, Morse ... | |
Broken down relations, beaten up guitars | |
Making one last appearance in a heap of old cars | |
Brambles and weeds are flourishing amongst | |
Lines of empty bottles and rambling drunks | |
Ha, junkyard blues sound familiar | |
I' m never alone, always remind me of home | |
One of a dozen covered with stains | |
Blistered and stinking was all that remained | |
Cannibalized machines, mysterious bones | |
The unwanted contents of anonymous homes | |
Ha, those junkyard blues sound familiar | |
Take me back, always remind me of home | |
Mangy old dog scratching in the dust | |
Burned out | |
Mercedes surrendering to rust | |
All this stuff was good for something | |
Here it is now, it' s good for nothing | |
Ha, junkyard blues sound familiar | |
I' m never alone, always remind me of home |