| [00:00.00] | 作曲 : Sixth Prince |
| [00:17.76] | Going down a dirty inner city side road |
| [00:21.44] | I plotted |
| [00:25.88] | Madness passed me by, she smiled hi ” |
| [00:29.45] | I nodded |
| [00:34.76] | Looked up as the sky began to cry |
| [00:37.66] | She shot it |
| [00:42.49] | Met a girl from Dearborn, early six o'clock this morn |
| [00:46.46] | A cold fact |
| [00:50.84] | Asked about her bag, suburbia's such a drag |
| [00:55.22] | Won't go back' |
| [00:59.30] | 'Cos Papa don't allow no new ideas here |
| [01:05.31] | And now he sees the news, but the picture's not too clear |
| [01:13.79] | Mama, Papa, stop |
| [01:17.03] | Treasure what you got |
| [01:18.50] | Soon you may be caught |
| [01:20.13] | Without it |
| [01:23.83] | The curfew's set for eight |
| [01:26.18] | Will it ever all be straight |
| [01:27.75] | I doubt it |
| [01:33.53] | 7 jealous fools playing by her rules |
| [01:44.41] | Can't believe her |
| [01:49.25] | He feels so in between, can't break the scene |
| [01:51.98] | It would grieve her |
| [01:56.79] | And that's the reason why he must cry |
| [01:59.76] | He'll never leave her |
| [02:04.33] | Crooked children, yellow chalk writing on the concrete walk |
| [02:07.86] | Their King died |
| [02:12.32] | Drinking from a Judas cup,looking down but seeing up |
| [02:15.94] | Sweet red wine' |
| [02:20.20] | Cos Papa don't allow no new ideas here |
| [02:27.09] | And now you hear the music but the words don't sound too clear |
| [02:32.91] | Mama, Papa, stop |
| [02:37.10] | Treasure what you got |
| [02:38.36] | Soon you may be caught |
| [02:39.77] | Without it |
| [02:43.36] | The curfew's set for eight |
| [02:45.82] | Will it ever all be straight |
| [02:47.45] | I doubt it |
| [02:52.00] | Going down a dusty,Georgian side road |
| [02:55.18] | I wonder |
| [02:59.92] | The wind splashed in my face can smell a trace |
| [03:03.25] | Of thunder |
| [03:07.03] |
| [00:00.00] | zuo qu : Sixth Prince |
| [00:17.76] | Going down a dirty inner city side road |
| [00:21.44] | I plotted |
| [00:25.88] | Madness passed me by, she smiled hi " |
| [00:29.45] | I nodded |
| [00:34.76] | Looked up as the sky began to cry |
| [00:37.66] | She shot it |
| [00:42.49] | Met a girl from Dearborn, early six o' clock this morn |
| [00:46.46] | A cold fact |
| [00:50.84] | Asked about her bag, suburbia' s such a drag |
| [00:55.22] | Won' t go back' |
| [00:59.30] | ' Cos Papa don' t allow no new ideas here |
| [01:05.31] | And now he sees the news, but the picture' s not too clear |
| [01:13.79] | Mama, Papa, stop |
| [01:17.03] | Treasure what you got |
| [01:18.50] | Soon you may be caught |
| [01:20.13] | Without it |
| [01:23.83] | The curfew' s set for eight |
| [01:26.18] | Will it ever all be straight |
| [01:27.75] | I doubt it |
| [01:33.53] | 7 jealous fools playing by her rules |
| [01:44.41] | Can' t believe her |
| [01:49.25] | He feels so in between, can' t break the scene |
| [01:51.98] | It would grieve her |
| [01:56.79] | And that' s the reason why he must cry |
| [01:59.76] | He' ll never leave her |
| [02:04.33] | Crooked children, yellow chalk writing on the concrete walk |
| [02:07.86] | Their King died |
| [02:12.32] | Drinking from a Judas cup, looking down but seeing up |
| [02:15.94] | Sweet red wine' |
| [02:20.20] | Cos Papa don' t allow no new ideas here |
| [02:27.09] | And now you hear the music but the words don' t sound too clear |
| [02:32.91] | Mama, Papa, stop |
| [02:37.10] | Treasure what you got |
| [02:38.36] | Soon you may be caught |
| [02:39.77] | Without it |
| [02:43.36] | The curfew' s set for eight |
| [02:45.82] | Will it ever all be straight |
| [02:47.45] | I doubt it |
| [02:52.00] | Going down a dusty, Georgian side road |
| [02:55.18] | I wonder |
| [02:59.92] | The wind splashed in my face can smell a trace |
| [03:03.25] | Of thunder |
| [03:07.03] |
| [00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Sixth Prince |
| [00:17.76] | Going down a dirty inner city side road |
| [00:21.44] | I plotted |
| [00:25.88] | Madness passed me by, she smiled hi " |
| [00:29.45] | I nodded |
| [00:34.76] | Looked up as the sky began to cry |
| [00:37.66] | She shot it |
| [00:42.49] | Met a girl from Dearborn, early six o' clock this morn |
| [00:46.46] | A cold fact |
| [00:50.84] | Asked about her bag, suburbia' s such a drag |
| [00:55.22] | Won' t go back' |
| [00:59.30] | ' Cos Papa don' t allow no new ideas here |
| [01:05.31] | And now he sees the news, but the picture' s not too clear |
| [01:13.79] | Mama, Papa, stop |
| [01:17.03] | Treasure what you got |
| [01:18.50] | Soon you may be caught |
| [01:20.13] | Without it |
| [01:23.83] | The curfew' s set for eight |
| [01:26.18] | Will it ever all be straight |
| [01:27.75] | I doubt it |
| [01:33.53] | 7 jealous fools playing by her rules |
| [01:44.41] | Can' t believe her |
| [01:49.25] | He feels so in between, can' t break the scene |
| [01:51.98] | It would grieve her |
| [01:56.79] | And that' s the reason why he must cry |
| [01:59.76] | He' ll never leave her |
| [02:04.33] | Crooked children, yellow chalk writing on the concrete walk |
| [02:07.86] | Their King died |
| [02:12.32] | Drinking from a Judas cup, looking down but seeing up |
| [02:15.94] | Sweet red wine' |
| [02:20.20] | Cos Papa don' t allow no new ideas here |
| [02:27.09] | And now you hear the music but the words don' t sound too clear |
| [02:32.91] | Mama, Papa, stop |
| [02:37.10] | Treasure what you got |
| [02:38.36] | Soon you may be caught |
| [02:39.77] | Without it |
| [02:43.36] | The curfew' s set for eight |
| [02:45.82] | Will it ever all be straight |
| [02:47.45] | I doubt it |
| [02:52.00] | Going down a dusty, Georgian side road |
| [02:55.18] | I wonder |
| [02:59.92] | The wind splashed in my face can smell a trace |
| [03:03.25] | Of thunder |
| [03:07.03] |
| [00:17.76] | 走过一条脏乱的内城边道 |
| [00:21.44] | 我沉思谋划 |
| [00:25.88] | 疯狂”从我身旁经过，她微笑招呼 |
| [00:29.45] | 我点头回应 |
| [00:34.76] | 抬头看见天空正开始哭泣 |
| [00:37.66] | 泪喷射而出 |
| [00:42.49] | 早六点在迪尔本邂逅一个女孩 |
| [00:46.46] | 一个冷现实 |
| [00:50.84] | 问起她的行李，那郊区人的累赘 |
| [00:55.22] | 她不愿归去 |
| [00:59.30] | 因为爸爸不允许家里有新思想 |
| [01:05.31] | 而现在他眼见新事物的照片却不够清晰 |
| [01:13.79] | 爸爸妈妈停下吧 |
| [01:17.03] | 你们挣得了财富 |
| [01:18.50] | 也许转瞬被它摆布 |
| [01:20.13] | 尽失所得 |
| [01:23.83] | 八点起就是宵禁 |
| [01:26.18] | 可夜晚安宁过吗 |
| [01:27.75] | 我很怀疑 |
| [01:33.53] | 七个嫉妒的傻瓜玩弄自己的规则 |
| [01:44.41] | 不能相信她 |
| [01:49.25] | 他忐忑置身其间无法打开局面 |
| [01:51.98] | 而这使她悲伤 |
| [01:56.79] | 那就是为什么他非要哭 |
| [01:59.76] | 他绝不离开她 |
| [02:04.33] | 坏孩子们，混泥土墙上的黄粉笔字 |
| [02:07.86] | 孩子王死了 |
| [02:12.32] | 在犹大酒吧喝上一杯，上下打量品味 |
| [02:15.94] | 甘甜的红酒 |
| [02:20.20] | 只因爸爸不许我在此产生新思想 |
| [02:27.09] | 现在你耳闻这音乐但歌词却听来模糊 |
| [02:32.91] | 爸爸妈妈停下吧 |
| [02:37.10] | 你们挣得了财富 |
| [02:38.36] | 也许转瞬被它摆布 |
| [02:39.77] | 尽失所得 |
| [02:43.36] | 八点起就是宵禁 |
| [02:45.82] | 可夜晚安宁过吗 |
| [02:47.45] | 我很怀疑 |
| [02:52.00] | 走过满是风尘的乔治亚旁道 |
| [02:55.18] | 我沉思纳闷 |
| [02:59.92] | 风吹打在脸上，我似乎嗅察到 |
| [03:03.25] | 一丝雷声 |
| [03:07.03] |
YouTube搜索结果 (转至YouTube)