8 Mile Road 歌词
| 歌曲 | 8 Mile Road |
| 歌手 | Grant Lee Buffalo |
| 专辑 | Jubilee |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Phillips | |
| Daisies in the chain | |
| Woven in your hair that falls | |
| Into a braid | |
| Woven' round the statue's toes | |
| In the gardens you made | |
| Bells that sing and chime | |
| Little crystal bells that toll | |
| All through the night | |
| Never once did angels break | |
| Away from your side | |
| Won't ya hurry home | |
| Won't ya hurry home | |
| Hurry down that lone eight mile road | |
| Won't ya hurry home | |
| Now your seeds are sewn | |
| Hurry down that lone eight mile road | |
| Poppies red and gold | |
| Growin' wild as weeds beside | |
| Yellow brick road | |
| Growin' in the ditch where i | |
| Sailed a milk carton boat | |
| But how can you deny | |
| When the spirit wraps in broad | |
| Daylight | |
| And it looks you right between | |
| The eyes | |
| Won't ya hurry home | |
| Won't ya hurry home | |
| Hurry down that lone eight mile road | |
| Won't ya hurry home | |
| Now your leaves are strewn | |
| Hurry down that lone eight mile road | |
| Ooh | |
| All those talkin' sculls | |
| Ma they don't scare me much | |
| Not anymore | |
| Think i finally got my head | |
| 'round the door | |
| Won't ya hurry home | |
| Won't ya hurry home | |
| Hurry down that lone eight mile road | |
| Won't ya hurry home | |
| While the breeze is blowin' | |
| Hurry down that lone eight mile road | |
| Won't ya hurry home | |
| Now won't ya hurry home | |
| Hurry down that lone eight mile road | |
| Hurry home | |
| Down that lone eight mile road | |
| Hurry home | |
| Hurry home | |
| Down that lone eight mile road | |
| Hurry home | |
| Ooh ooh | |
| Hurry home | |
| Ooh ooh ooh |
| zuo ci : Phillips | |
| Daisies in the chain | |
| Woven in your hair that falls | |
| Into a braid | |
| Woven' round the statue' s toes | |
| In the gardens you made | |
| Bells that sing and chime | |
| Little crystal bells that toll | |
| All through the night | |
| Never once did angels break | |
| Away from your side | |
| Won' t ya hurry home | |
| Won' t ya hurry home | |
| Hurry down that lone eight mile road | |
| Won' t ya hurry home | |
| Now your seeds are sewn | |
| Hurry down that lone eight mile road | |
| Poppies red and gold | |
| Growin' wild as weeds beside | |
| Yellow brick road | |
| Growin' in the ditch where i | |
| Sailed a milk carton boat | |
| But how can you deny | |
| When the spirit wraps in broad | |
| Daylight | |
| And it looks you right between | |
| The eyes | |
| Won' t ya hurry home | |
| Won' t ya hurry home | |
| Hurry down that lone eight mile road | |
| Won' t ya hurry home | |
| Now your leaves are strewn | |
| Hurry down that lone eight mile road | |
| Ooh | |
| All those talkin' sculls | |
| Ma they don' t scare me much | |
| Not anymore | |
| Think i finally got my head | |
| ' round the door | |
| Won' t ya hurry home | |
| Won' t ya hurry home | |
| Hurry down that lone eight mile road | |
| Won' t ya hurry home | |
| While the breeze is blowin' | |
| Hurry down that lone eight mile road | |
| Won' t ya hurry home | |
| Now won' t ya hurry home | |
| Hurry down that lone eight mile road | |
| Hurry home | |
| Down that lone eight mile road | |
| Hurry home | |
| Hurry home | |
| Down that lone eight mile road | |
| Hurry home | |
| Ooh ooh | |
| Hurry home | |
| Ooh ooh ooh |
| zuò cí : Phillips | |
| Daisies in the chain | |
| Woven in your hair that falls | |
| Into a braid | |
| Woven' round the statue' s toes | |
| In the gardens you made | |
| Bells that sing and chime | |
| Little crystal bells that toll | |
| All through the night | |
| Never once did angels break | |
| Away from your side | |
| Won' t ya hurry home | |
| Won' t ya hurry home | |
| Hurry down that lone eight mile road | |
| Won' t ya hurry home | |
| Now your seeds are sewn | |
| Hurry down that lone eight mile road | |
| Poppies red and gold | |
| Growin' wild as weeds beside | |
| Yellow brick road | |
| Growin' in the ditch where i | |
| Sailed a milk carton boat | |
| But how can you deny | |
| When the spirit wraps in broad | |
| Daylight | |
| And it looks you right between | |
| The eyes | |
| Won' t ya hurry home | |
| Won' t ya hurry home | |
| Hurry down that lone eight mile road | |
| Won' t ya hurry home | |
| Now your leaves are strewn | |
| Hurry down that lone eight mile road | |
| Ooh | |
| All those talkin' sculls | |
| Ma they don' t scare me much | |
| Not anymore | |
| Think i finally got my head | |
| ' round the door | |
| Won' t ya hurry home | |
| Won' t ya hurry home | |
| Hurry down that lone eight mile road | |
| Won' t ya hurry home | |
| While the breeze is blowin' | |
| Hurry down that lone eight mile road | |
| Won' t ya hurry home | |
| Now won' t ya hurry home | |
| Hurry down that lone eight mile road | |
| Hurry home | |
| Down that lone eight mile road | |
| Hurry home | |
| Hurry home | |
| Down that lone eight mile road | |
| Hurry home | |
| Ooh ooh | |
| Hurry home | |
| Ooh ooh ooh |
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