歌曲 | Belfast |
歌手 | Elton John |
专辑 | Made In England |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Lyrics:Bernie Taupin Music:Elton John | |
Deep inside my soul fights a war | |
I can't explain, I can't cross over any more | |
All I see are dirty faces | |
Rain and wire, and common sense in pieces | |
But I try to see through Irish eyes | |
Belfast | |
Look outside, summer's lost and gone | |
It's a long walk on a street of right and wrong | |
In every inch of sadness | |
Rocks and tanks go hand in hand with madness | |
But I never saw a braver place | |
Belfast | |
And it's sad when they sing, and hollow ears listen | |
Of smoking black roses, on the streets of Belfast | |
And so say your lovers from under the flowers | |
Every foot of this world needs an inch of Belfast | |
Who's to say on whom heaven smiles | |
Our different ways we try hard to recognise | |
No more enchanted evenings | |
The pubs are closed and all the ghosts are leaving | |
But you'll never let them shut you down | |
Belfast | |
The enemy is not at home | |
A jealous green streaks down this faulty diamond | |
No bloody boots or crucifix | |
Can ever hope to split this emerald island | |
But I never saw a braver face | |
Belfast |
Lyrics: Bernie Taupin Music: Elton John | |
Deep inside my soul fights a war | |
I can' t explain, I can' t cross over any more | |
All I see are dirty faces | |
Rain and wire, and common sense in pieces | |
But I try to see through Irish eyes | |
Belfast | |
Look outside, summer' s lost and gone | |
It' s a long walk on a street of right and wrong | |
In every inch of sadness | |
Rocks and tanks go hand in hand with madness | |
But I never saw a braver place | |
Belfast | |
And it' s sad when they sing, and hollow ears listen | |
Of smoking black roses, on the streets of Belfast | |
And so say your lovers from under the flowers | |
Every foot of this world needs an inch of Belfast | |
Who' s to say on whom heaven smiles | |
Our different ways we try hard to recognise | |
No more enchanted evenings | |
The pubs are closed and all the ghosts are leaving | |
But you' ll never let them shut you down | |
Belfast | |
The enemy is not at home | |
A jealous green streaks down this faulty diamond | |
No bloody boots or crucifix | |
Can ever hope to split this emerald island | |
But I never saw a braver face | |
Belfast |
Lyrics: Bernie Taupin Music: Elton John | |
Deep inside my soul fights a war | |
I can' t explain, I can' t cross over any more | |
All I see are dirty faces | |
Rain and wire, and common sense in pieces | |
But I try to see through Irish eyes | |
Belfast | |
Look outside, summer' s lost and gone | |
It' s a long walk on a street of right and wrong | |
In every inch of sadness | |
Rocks and tanks go hand in hand with madness | |
But I never saw a braver place | |
Belfast | |
And it' s sad when they sing, and hollow ears listen | |
Of smoking black roses, on the streets of Belfast | |
And so say your lovers from under the flowers | |
Every foot of this world needs an inch of Belfast | |
Who' s to say on whom heaven smiles | |
Our different ways we try hard to recognise | |
No more enchanted evenings | |
The pubs are closed and all the ghosts are leaving | |
But you' ll never let them shut you down | |
Belfast | |
The enemy is not at home | |
A jealous green streaks down this faulty diamond | |
No bloody boots or crucifix | |
Can ever hope to split this emerald island | |
But I never saw a braver face | |
Belfast |