歌曲 | The Ballad Of Little Star |
歌手 | Ian Hunter |
专辑 | Overnight Angels |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Hunter | |
(ian hunter) | |
You don't look a day over ten so why be | |
Do you have to pretend to be older than you are | |
Beads and mirrors by your body | |
And in some roadside bar you feel the pain | |
Little star | |
Lost on a merry go round, on the game | |
You can never be found cause you don't know who you are | |
The reservation killed your nation | |
And in some tourists car you feel the pain | |
Little star | |
You know you know | |
We grow and grow | |
We never slow | |
We always win | |
And you feel lost | |
And you feel crossed | |
And you feel tossed | |
Just like the wind | |
Your father will have told you of the wind | |
Bowed those fine heads that, once proud, roamed the plains | |
They sought nothing to gain 'til our fathers civilised | |
And broken hearted arrows roamed the skies | |
Then you were born to feel the pain | |
Little star | |
You know you know | |
We grow and grow | |
We never slow | |
We always win | |
And you feel lost | |
And you feel crossed | |
And you feel tossed | |
Just like the wind | |
You know you know | |
We grow and grow | |
We never slow | |
We always win | |
And you feel lost | |
And you feel crossed | |
And you feel tossed | |
Just like the wind | |
Your father will have told you of the wind |
zuo ci : Hunter | |
ian hunter | |
You don' t look a day over ten so why be | |
Do you have to pretend to be older than you are | |
Beads and mirrors by your body | |
And in some roadside bar you feel the pain | |
Little star | |
Lost on a merry go round, on the game | |
You can never be found cause you don' t know who you are | |
The reservation killed your nation | |
And in some tourists car you feel the pain | |
Little star | |
You know you know | |
We grow and grow | |
We never slow | |
We always win | |
And you feel lost | |
And you feel crossed | |
And you feel tossed | |
Just like the wind | |
Your father will have told you of the wind | |
Bowed those fine heads that, once proud, roamed the plains | |
They sought nothing to gain ' til our fathers civilised | |
And broken hearted arrows roamed the skies | |
Then you were born to feel the pain | |
Little star | |
You know you know | |
We grow and grow | |
We never slow | |
We always win | |
And you feel lost | |
And you feel crossed | |
And you feel tossed | |
Just like the wind | |
You know you know | |
We grow and grow | |
We never slow | |
We always win | |
And you feel lost | |
And you feel crossed | |
And you feel tossed | |
Just like the wind | |
Your father will have told you of the wind |
zuò cí : Hunter | |
ian hunter | |
You don' t look a day over ten so why be | |
Do you have to pretend to be older than you are | |
Beads and mirrors by your body | |
And in some roadside bar you feel the pain | |
Little star | |
Lost on a merry go round, on the game | |
You can never be found cause you don' t know who you are | |
The reservation killed your nation | |
And in some tourists car you feel the pain | |
Little star | |
You know you know | |
We grow and grow | |
We never slow | |
We always win | |
And you feel lost | |
And you feel crossed | |
And you feel tossed | |
Just like the wind | |
Your father will have told you of the wind | |
Bowed those fine heads that, once proud, roamed the plains | |
They sought nothing to gain ' til our fathers civilised | |
And broken hearted arrows roamed the skies | |
Then you were born to feel the pain | |
Little star | |
You know you know | |
We grow and grow | |
We never slow | |
We always win | |
And you feel lost | |
And you feel crossed | |
And you feel tossed | |
Just like the wind | |
You know you know | |
We grow and grow | |
We never slow | |
We always win | |
And you feel lost | |
And you feel crossed | |
And you feel tossed | |
Just like the wind | |
Your father will have told you of the wind |