2 Frogs 歌词
| 歌曲 | 2 Frogs |
| 歌手 | Five for Fighting |
| 专辑 | Message For Albert |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Ondrasik | |
| I sing above my vision, | |
| I sing above my face | |
| A fat old amphibian speaker for the dead | |
| Now gather round ye animals, gather round this lake | |
| And take upon your vigil wallow in the wake | |
| It was glorious of glories, a maple | |
| April dayWith a pocket full of horseflies and eyes as bright as rays | |
| They say, "Walk away, walk away if you can" | |
| Oh, but one leap out the village and our caravan began | |
| Traveled to a forest, nestled in the sky | |
| And he ran beside the buffalo, wrestled with the lions | |
| Every day a | |
| Saturday, a summer waking morn | |
| His skin burned golden ember due the shine that toad had born | |
| While riding back an eagle, laughing with the sun | |
| He spied an old hairy fairy man upon the river | |
| YoungAnd Sol said, "Fly away, fly away if you can" | |
| YeahBut he settled next to the oarsman | |
| And said, "I'm my own man, and this is my life" | |
| It's my life | |
| Head above my meter, head above my fate | |
| Can't go back again | |
| I got a reason to be fevered, summer waking morn | |
| Back back when the poor poor boy was born | |
| Now cross into his fortune, while enchanted by the queen | |
| A lone shady shelter stood beckoning his lean | |
| And in the time it takes a pillow to figure out a face | |
| Out from in the white tree she rose to take its place | |
| And the battle for his spirit then cause him to remain | |
| And he fought a thousand | |
| Visigoths and cursed the night in vain | |
| She said, "Run away, run away if you can" | |
| But last he heard a voice of "I'm my own man and this is my life" | |
| He said, This is my life"Off to in her castle, laid upon the stairsShe showered him with daffodils, and tied ribbons in his hairHe woke bare for a moment, but she wouldn't let him weepWith lips of only roses, she kissed him down to sleepSo royal loyal subjects now let your ears unbendFor here ye this traveled tail must sadly meet it's endWhat's fate done to our hero, well I cannot replyThe last that I saw him, a reflection in her eye |
| zuo qu : Ondrasik | |
| I sing above my vision, | |
| I sing above my face | |
| A fat old amphibian speaker for the dead | |
| Now gather round ye animals, gather round this lake | |
| And take upon your vigil wallow in the wake | |
| It was glorious of glories, a maple | |
| April dayWith a pocket full of horseflies and eyes as bright as rays | |
| They say, " Walk away, walk away if you can" | |
| Oh, but one leap out the village and our caravan began | |
| Traveled to a forest, nestled in the sky | |
| And he ran beside the buffalo, wrestled with the lions | |
| Every day a | |
| Saturday, a summer waking morn | |
| His skin burned golden ember due the shine that toad had born | |
| While riding back an eagle, laughing with the sun | |
| He spied an old hairy fairy man upon the river | |
| YoungAnd Sol said, " Fly away, fly away if you can" | |
| YeahBut he settled next to the oarsman | |
| And said, " I' m my own man, and this is my life" | |
| It' s my life | |
| Head above my meter, head above my fate | |
| Can' t go back again | |
| I got a reason to be fevered, summer waking morn | |
| Back back when the poor poor boy was born | |
| Now cross into his fortune, while enchanted by the queen | |
| A lone shady shelter stood beckoning his lean | |
| And in the time it takes a pillow to figure out a face | |
| Out from in the white tree she rose to take its place | |
| And the battle for his spirit then cause him to remain | |
| And he fought a thousand | |
| Visigoths and cursed the night in vain | |
| She said, " Run away, run away if you can" | |
| But last he heard a voice of " I' m my own man and this is my life" | |
| He said, This is my life" Off to in her castle, laid upon the stairsShe showered him with daffodils, and tied ribbons in his hairHe woke bare for a moment, but she wouldn' t let him weepWith lips of only roses, she kissed him down to sleepSo royal loyal subjects now let your ears unbendFor here ye this traveled tail must sadly meet it' s endWhat' s fate done to our hero, well I cannot replyThe last that I saw him, a reflection in her eye |
| zuò qǔ : Ondrasik | |
| I sing above my vision, | |
| I sing above my face | |
| A fat old amphibian speaker for the dead | |
| Now gather round ye animals, gather round this lake | |
| And take upon your vigil wallow in the wake | |
| It was glorious of glories, a maple | |
| April dayWith a pocket full of horseflies and eyes as bright as rays | |
| They say, " Walk away, walk away if you can" | |
| Oh, but one leap out the village and our caravan began | |
| Traveled to a forest, nestled in the sky | |
| And he ran beside the buffalo, wrestled with the lions | |
| Every day a | |
| Saturday, a summer waking morn | |
| His skin burned golden ember due the shine that toad had born | |
| While riding back an eagle, laughing with the sun | |
| He spied an old hairy fairy man upon the river | |
| YoungAnd Sol said, " Fly away, fly away if you can" | |
| YeahBut he settled next to the oarsman | |
| And said, " I' m my own man, and this is my life" | |
| It' s my life | |
| Head above my meter, head above my fate | |
| Can' t go back again | |
| I got a reason to be fevered, summer waking morn | |
| Back back when the poor poor boy was born | |
| Now cross into his fortune, while enchanted by the queen | |
| A lone shady shelter stood beckoning his lean | |
| And in the time it takes a pillow to figure out a face | |
| Out from in the white tree she rose to take its place | |
| And the battle for his spirit then cause him to remain | |
| And he fought a thousand | |
| Visigoths and cursed the night in vain | |
| She said, " Run away, run away if you can" | |
| But last he heard a voice of " I' m my own man and this is my life" | |
| He said, This is my life" Off to in her castle, laid upon the stairsShe showered him with daffodils, and tied ribbons in his hairHe woke bare for a moment, but she wouldn' t let him weepWith lips of only roses, she kissed him down to sleepSo royal loyal subjects now let your ears unbendFor here ye this traveled tail must sadly meet it' s endWhat' s fate done to our hero, well I cannot replyThe last that I saw him, a reflection in her eye |
YouTube搜索结果 (转至YouTube)