歌曲 | Round Up The Horses |
歌手 | Orange Goblin |
专辑 | Thieving From The House Of God |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Ben Ward/Martyn Millard/Joe Hoare | |
Twelve men ride out from the mountain today | |
Hell bent on destruction and they're heading your way | |
Find me a posse of twelve brave men | |
Tell 'em not to expect to come home again | |
Dont spare the guns cos they ain't movin too slow | |
Round up the horses and lets go | |
I take a shot of whiskey as I mount my steed | |
Heading down to the canyon where the blood runs free | |
A dozen outlaw riders charging out from the sun | |
A gunshot rings out and the battle's begun | |
Dont spare the guns cos they ain't movin too slow | |
Round up the horses and lets go | |
We come around from the east and cut 'em off at the cross | |
With guns blazin' we ride before the first man is lost | |
A red rag to a bull, we head up onto the plain | |
With bullets flyin' around the bodies fall like rain | |
Last man standing I know, with cordite filling my nose | |
Gotta saddle up my horse, and head to Mexico | |
Round up the horses and lets go | |
Round up the horses and lets go | |
Round up the horses and lets go | |
Round up the horses and lets go |
zuo qu : Ben Ward Martyn Millard Joe Hoare | |
Twelve men ride out from the mountain today | |
Hell bent on destruction and they' re heading your way | |
Find me a posse of twelve brave men | |
Tell ' em not to expect to come home again | |
Dont spare the guns cos they ain' t movin too slow | |
Round up the horses and lets go | |
I take a shot of whiskey as I mount my steed | |
Heading down to the canyon where the blood runs free | |
A dozen outlaw riders charging out from the sun | |
A gunshot rings out and the battle' s begun | |
Dont spare the guns cos they ain' t movin too slow | |
Round up the horses and lets go | |
We come around from the east and cut ' em off at the cross | |
With guns blazin' we ride before the first man is lost | |
A red rag to a bull, we head up onto the plain | |
With bullets flyin' around the bodies fall like rain | |
Last man standing I know, with cordite filling my nose | |
Gotta saddle up my horse, and head to Mexico | |
Round up the horses and lets go | |
Round up the horses and lets go | |
Round up the horses and lets go | |
Round up the horses and lets go |
zuò qǔ : Ben Ward Martyn Millard Joe Hoare | |
Twelve men ride out from the mountain today | |
Hell bent on destruction and they' re heading your way | |
Find me a posse of twelve brave men | |
Tell ' em not to expect to come home again | |
Dont spare the guns cos they ain' t movin too slow | |
Round up the horses and lets go | |
I take a shot of whiskey as I mount my steed | |
Heading down to the canyon where the blood runs free | |
A dozen outlaw riders charging out from the sun | |
A gunshot rings out and the battle' s begun | |
Dont spare the guns cos they ain' t movin too slow | |
Round up the horses and lets go | |
We come around from the east and cut ' em off at the cross | |
With guns blazin' we ride before the first man is lost | |
A red rag to a bull, we head up onto the plain | |
With bullets flyin' around the bodies fall like rain | |
Last man standing I know, with cordite filling my nose | |
Gotta saddle up my horse, and head to Mexico | |
Round up the horses and lets go | |
Round up the horses and lets go | |
Round up the horses and lets go | |
Round up the horses and lets go |