Bullets For The New-Born King 歌词

	作曲 : Costello
	作词 : Costello
	No one looks in this place for motive or any hope
	But for the dead shot of an amber glass, the blue light of a votive
	Rain obscured the window as the pain was dulled by the grains
	Absolved by spoons in flames and fear in time dissolving
	It's not for the faint of pulse or anybody false
	Those amateurs who simply shed their skins
	So where are those traitors now, we once called patriots?
	Just like those saints who seem to revel in their sins
	Oh, my eyes were filled with tears that were stinging
	After our assassin's work was done
	The bells and hands were only there for the wringing
	And we were bringing bullets for the new-born king
	The trumpet sound lamenting, tramping down the blooms of the deceased
	The double agent girl and the fallen priest were heading for the border
	Somewhere in the high command, there stayed the palest hand
	That saw the order countermand, erased a tape recorder
	And then they hung him from a window cord
	Swallow down that voodoo vial and stay your breath a while
	Before we spill the tale that we have spun
	And now I shall confide all that
	I have denied
	Oh, I'm so sorry for the things
	I've doneOh, my eyes were filled with tears that were stinging
	After our assassin's work was done
	The bells and hands were only there for the wringing
	And we were bringing bullets for the new-born king

	zuo qu : Costello
	zuo ci : Costello
	No one looks in this place for motive or any hope
	But for the dead shot of an amber glass, the blue light of a votive
	Rain obscured the window as the pain was dulled by the grains
	Absolved by spoons in flames and fear in time dissolving
	It' s not for the faint of pulse or anybody false
	Those amateurs who simply shed their skins
	So where are those traitors now, we once called patriots?
	Just like those saints who seem to revel in their sins
	Oh, my eyes were filled with tears that were stinging
	After our assassin' s work was done
	The bells and hands were only there for the wringing
	And we were bringing bullets for the newborn king
	The trumpet sound lamenting, tramping down the blooms of the deceased
	The double agent girl and the fallen priest were heading for the border
	Somewhere in the high command, there stayed the palest hand
	That saw the order countermand, erased a tape recorder
	And then they hung him from a window cord
	Swallow down that voodoo vial and stay your breath a while
	Before we spill the tale that we have spun
	And now I shall confide all that
	I have denied
	Oh, I' m so sorry for the things
	I' ve doneOh, my eyes were filled with tears that were stinging
	After our assassin' s work was done
	The bells and hands were only there for the wringing
	And we were bringing bullets for the newborn king

	zuò qǔ : Costello
	zuò cí : Costello
	No one looks in this place for motive or any hope
	But for the dead shot of an amber glass, the blue light of a votive
	Rain obscured the window as the pain was dulled by the grains
	Absolved by spoons in flames and fear in time dissolving
	It' s not for the faint of pulse or anybody false
	Those amateurs who simply shed their skins
	So where are those traitors now, we once called patriots?
	Just like those saints who seem to revel in their sins
	Oh, my eyes were filled with tears that were stinging
	After our assassin' s work was done
	The bells and hands were only there for the wringing
	And we were bringing bullets for the newborn king
	The trumpet sound lamenting, tramping down the blooms of the deceased
	The double agent girl and the fallen priest were heading for the border
	Somewhere in the high command, there stayed the palest hand
	That saw the order countermand, erased a tape recorder
	And then they hung him from a window cord
	Swallow down that voodoo vial and stay your breath a while
	Before we spill the tale that we have spun
	And now I shall confide all that
	I have denied
	Oh, I' m so sorry for the things
	I' ve doneOh, my eyes were filled with tears that were stinging
	After our assassin' s work was done
	The bells and hands were only there for the wringing
	And we were bringing bullets for the newborn king

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