歌曲 | Inner City Blues |
歌手 | Rodriguez |
专辑 | Searching For Sugar Man |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
[ti:Inner City Blues] | |
[ar:Rodriguez] | |
[al:寻找小糖人 电影原声带 Searching for ] | |
[offset:0] | |
[00:00.57] | Inner City Blues-Rodriguez |
[00:18.33] | Going down a dirty inner city side road |
[00:21.50] | I plotted |
[00:24.25] | |
[00:26.13] | Madness passed me by, she smiled hi |
[00:29.81] | I nodded |
[00:30.81] | |
[00:34.29] | Looked up as the sky began to cry |
[00:37.92] | She shot it. |
[00:38.85] | |
[00:42.60] | Met a girl from Dearborn, early six o'clock this morn |
[00:46.47] | A cold fact |
[00:47.65] | |
[00:50.83] | Asked about her bag, suburbia's such a drag |
[00:54.33] | Won't go back |
[00:58.63] | 'Cos Papa don't allow no new ideas here |
[01:03.00] | |
[01:06.75] | And now he sees the news, but the picture's not too clear. |
[01:10.81] | |
[01:14.93] | Mama, Papa, stop |
[01:16.43] | Treasure what you got |
[01:17.79] | Soon you may be caught |
[01:19.36] | Without it |
[01:23.85] | The curfew's set for eight |
[01:25.35] | Will it ever all be straight |
[01:27.40] | I doubt it. |
[01:34.64] | |
[01:40.07] | 7 jealous fools playing by her rules |
[01:43.32] | Can't believe her |
[01:47.75] | He feels so in between, can't break the scene |
[01:50.61] | It would grieve her |
[01:54.24] | |
[01:55.54] | And that's the reason why he must cry |
[01:59.11] | He'll never leave her. |
[02:00.73] | |
[02:03.54] | Crooked children, yellow chalk |
[02:05.28] | writing on the concrete walk |
[02:07.03] | Their King died |
[02:08.02] | Drinking from a Judas cup, |
[02:15.43] | looking down but seeing up |
[02:16.29] | Sweet red wine |
[02:17.68] | |
[02:18.99] | 'Cos Papa don't allow no new ideas here |
[02:22.85] | And now you hear the music |
[02:27.96] | but the words don't sound too clear. |
[02:31.15] | |
[02:35.57] | Mama, Papa, stop |
[02:36.32] | Treasure what you got |
[02:37.51] | Soon you may be caught |
[02:39.13] | Without it |
[02:41.63] | The curfew's set for eight |
[02:45.13] | Will it ever all be straight |
[02:47.05] | I doubt it. |
[02:48.05] | Going down a dusty, Georgian side road |
[02:54.49] | I wonder |
[02:55.79] | |
[02:58.85] | The wind splashed in my face |
[03:00.73] | can smell a trace |
[03:01.73] | Of thunder. |
ti: Inner City Blues | |
ar: Rodriguez | |
al: xun zhao xiao tang ren dian ying yuan sheng dai Searching for | |
offset: 0 | |
[00:00.57] | Inner City BluesRodriguez |
[00:18.33] | Going down a dirty inner city side road |
[00:21.50] | I plotted |
[00:24.25] | |
[00:26.13] | Madness passed me by, she smiled hi |
[00:29.81] | I nodded |
[00:30.81] | |
[00:34.29] | Looked up as the sky began to cry |
[00:37.92] | She shot it. |
[00:38.85] | |
[00:42.60] | Met a girl from Dearborn, early six o' clock this morn |
[00:46.47] | A cold fact |
[00:47.65] | |
[00:50.83] | Asked about her bag, suburbia' s such a drag |
[00:54.33] | Won' t go back |
[00:58.63] | ' Cos Papa don' t allow no new ideas here |
[01:03.00] | |
[01:06.75] | And now he sees the news, but the picture' s not too clear. |
[01:10.81] | |
[01:14.93] | Mama, Papa, stop |
[01:16.43] | Treasure what you got |
[01:17.79] | Soon you may be caught |
[01:19.36] | Without it |
[01:23.85] | The curfew' s set for eight |
[01:25.35] | Will it ever all be straight |
[01:27.40] | I doubt it. |
[01:34.64] | |
[01:40.07] | 7 jealous fools playing by her rules |
[01:43.32] | Can' t believe her |
[01:47.75] | He feels so in between, can' t break the scene |
[01:50.61] | It would grieve her |
[01:54.24] | |
[01:55.54] | And that' s the reason why he must cry |
[01:59.11] | He' ll never leave her. |
[02:00.73] | |
[02:03.54] | Crooked children, yellow chalk |
[02:05.28] | writing on the concrete walk |
[02:07.03] | Their King died |
[02:08.02] | Drinking from a Judas cup, |
[02:15.43] | looking down but seeing up |
[02:16.29] | Sweet red wine |
[02:17.68] | |
[02:18.99] | ' Cos Papa don' t allow no new ideas here |
[02:22.85] | And now you hear the music |
[02:27.96] | but the words don' t sound too clear. |
[02:31.15] | |
[02:35.57] | Mama, Papa, stop |
[02:36.32] | Treasure what you got |
[02:37.51] | Soon you may be caught |
[02:39.13] | Without it |
[02:41.63] | The curfew' s set for eight |
[02:45.13] | Will it ever all be straight |
[02:47.05] | I doubt it. |
[02:48.05] | Going down a dusty, Georgian side road |
[02:54.49] | I wonder |
[02:55.79] | |
[02:58.85] | The wind splashed in my face |
[03:00.73] | can smell a trace |
[03:01.73] | Of thunder. |
ti: Inner City Blues | |
ar: Rodriguez | |
al: xún zhǎo xiǎo táng rén diàn yǐng yuán shēng dài Searching for | |
offset: 0 | |
[00:00.57] | Inner City BluesRodriguez |
[00:18.33] | Going down a dirty inner city side road |
[00:21.50] | I plotted |
[00:24.25] | |
[00:26.13] | Madness passed me by, she smiled hi |
[00:29.81] | I nodded |
[00:30.81] | |
[00:34.29] | Looked up as the sky began to cry |
[00:37.92] | She shot it. |
[00:38.85] | |
[00:42.60] | Met a girl from Dearborn, early six o' clock this morn |
[00:46.47] | A cold fact |
[00:47.65] | |
[00:50.83] | Asked about her bag, suburbia' s such a drag |
[00:54.33] | Won' t go back |
[00:58.63] | ' Cos Papa don' t allow no new ideas here |
[01:03.00] | |
[01:06.75] | And now he sees the news, but the picture' s not too clear. |
[01:10.81] | |
[01:14.93] | Mama, Papa, stop |
[01:16.43] | Treasure what you got |
[01:17.79] | Soon you may be caught |
[01:19.36] | Without it |
[01:23.85] | The curfew' s set for eight |
[01:25.35] | Will it ever all be straight |
[01:27.40] | I doubt it. |
[01:34.64] | |
[01:40.07] | 7 jealous fools playing by her rules |
[01:43.32] | Can' t believe her |
[01:47.75] | He feels so in between, can' t break the scene |
[01:50.61] | It would grieve her |
[01:54.24] | |
[01:55.54] | And that' s the reason why he must cry |
[01:59.11] | He' ll never leave her. |
[02:00.73] | |
[02:03.54] | Crooked children, yellow chalk |
[02:05.28] | writing on the concrete walk |
[02:07.03] | Their King died |
[02:08.02] | Drinking from a Judas cup, |
[02:15.43] | looking down but seeing up |
[02:16.29] | Sweet red wine |
[02:17.68] | |
[02:18.99] | ' Cos Papa don' t allow no new ideas here |
[02:22.85] | And now you hear the music |
[02:27.96] | but the words don' t sound too clear. |
[02:31.15] | |
[02:35.57] | Mama, Papa, stop |
[02:36.32] | Treasure what you got |
[02:37.51] | Soon you may be caught |
[02:39.13] | Without it |
[02:41.63] | The curfew' s set for eight |
[02:45.13] | Will it ever all be straight |
[02:47.05] | I doubt it. |
[02:48.05] | Going down a dusty, Georgian side road |
[02:54.49] | I wonder |
[02:55.79] | |
[02:58.85] | The wind splashed in my face |
[03:00.73] | can smell a trace |
[03:01.73] | Of thunder. |
[00:00.57] | |
[00:18.33] | 我故意走过肮脏城市里的 |
[00:21.50] | 一条辅路 |
[00:26.13] | 她微笑着说hi |
[00:29.81] | 我一边点头一边头脑闪过疯狂的想法 |
[00:34.29] | 天空开始下雨 |
[00:37.92] | 她抬头望望 |
[00:42.60] | 一大早六点钟 |
[00:46.47] | 在迪尔伯恩市遇到一个姑娘 |
[00:50.83] | 打听她的包,在郊区慢慢走着 |
[00:54.33] | 再也不回来 |
[00:58.63] | 因为爸爸对我管得很严 |
[01:06.75] | 现在他看到这新闻了,但照片有点模糊 |
[01:14.93] | 妈妈、爸爸,停下来 |
[01:16.43] | 珍惜现有的一切 |
[01:17.79] | 如果不被允许 |
[01:19.36] | 你将被抓住 |
[01:23.85] | 宵禁时间是晚上8点 |
[01:25.35] | 这样是否一直有效 |
[01:27.40] | 我表示怀疑 |
[01:40.07] | 七个猜忌的傻瓜按照她的规则来玩 |
[01:43.32] | 不能信任她 |
[01:47.75] | 他这样感觉,但无法走出这个游戏 |
[01:50.61] | 这样会使她悲伤 |
[01:55.54] | 这就是他不幸哭泣的原因 |
[01:59.11] | 他再也无法离开她 |
[02:03.54] | 黄色粉笔画的孩子们的涂鸦 |
[02:05.28] | 写在水泥步道上 |
[02:07.03] | 国王死了 |
[02:08.02] | 用犹大的杯子饮酒 |
[02:15.43] | 向下或者向上看 |
[02:16.29] | 甜蜜的红酒 |
[02:18.99] | 因为爸爸对我管得很严 |
[02:22.85] | 现在你听到音乐了 |
[02:27.96] | 但歌词不是那么清晰 |
[02:35.57] | 妈妈、爸爸,停下来 |
[02:36.32] | 珍惜现有的一切 |
[02:37.51] | 如果不被允许 |
[02:39.13] | 你将被抓住 |
[02:41.63] | 宵禁时间是晚上8点 |
[02:45.13] | 这样是否一直有效 |
[02:47.05] | 我表示怀疑 |
[02:48.05] | 我游荡 |
[02:54.49] | 在那条肮脏乔治亚风格的辅路上 |
[02:58.85] | 风刮在我的脸上 |
[03:00.73] | 仿佛雷电 |
[03:01.73] | 就要来临 |