Three Hits 歌词

	作曲 : Ray
	作词 : Ray
	Three hits to the heart son
	And it's poetry in motion
	One could send you down the river
	Three's a strange way to be delivered
	Would you trade your words for freedom?
	That's a barter for a blind man
	Three hits to the heart son
	And it's poetry in motion
	Are you leveed like a treasure?
	Only words can help me find you
	And this world's a fickle measure
	I will painfully remind you
	From a wise man to your red hand
	You lay covered in our best sins
	Three hits to the heart son
	And it's poetry in motion
	Well I dream you constant stranger
	With your best bloods and your anger
	You say, "Mother do you claim me?"
	My beloved do you blame me?
	Well the first two might release you
	But the last one sings in me son
	Three hits to the heart son
	And it's poetry in motion
	Three hits to the heart son
	And the last one sings in me

	zuo qu : Ray
	zuo ci : Ray
	Three hits to the heart son
	And it' s poetry in motion
	One could send you down the river
	Three' s a strange way to be delivered
	Would you trade your words for freedom?
	That' s a barter for a blind man
	Three hits to the heart son
	And it' s poetry in motion
	Are you leveed like a treasure?
	Only words can help me find you
	And this world' s a fickle measure
	I will painfully remind you
	From a wise man to your red hand
	You lay covered in our best sins
	Three hits to the heart son
	And it' s poetry in motion
	Well I dream you constant stranger
	With your best bloods and your anger
	You say, " Mother do you claim me?"
	My beloved do you blame me?
	Well the first two might release you
	But the last one sings in me son
	Three hits to the heart son
	And it' s poetry in motion
	Three hits to the heart son
	And the last one sings in me

	zuò qǔ : Ray
	zuò cí : Ray
	Three hits to the heart son
	And it' s poetry in motion
	One could send you down the river
	Three' s a strange way to be delivered
	Would you trade your words for freedom?
	That' s a barter for a blind man
	Three hits to the heart son
	And it' s poetry in motion
	Are you leveed like a treasure?
	Only words can help me find you
	And this world' s a fickle measure
	I will painfully remind you
	From a wise man to your red hand
	You lay covered in our best sins
	Three hits to the heart son
	And it' s poetry in motion
	Well I dream you constant stranger
	With your best bloods and your anger
	You say, " Mother do you claim me?"
	My beloved do you blame me?
	Well the first two might release you
	But the last one sings in me son
	Three hits to the heart son
	And it' s poetry in motion
	Three hits to the heart son
	And the last one sings in me

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