歌曲 | Roots to Branches |
歌手 | Jethro Tull |
专辑 | LIVING WITH THE PAST |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Anderson | |
Words get written, words get twisted | |
Old meanings move in the drift of time | |
Lift the flickering torches, see gentle shadows change | |
The features of the faces cut in unmoving stone | |
Bad mouth on a prayer day | |
Hope no one's listening | |
Roots down in the wet clay | |
Branches glistening | |
True disciples carrying that message | |
To color just a little with their personal touch | |
Home-spun fancy weavers and naked half believers | |
Crusades and creeds descend like fiery flakes of snow | |
Bad mouth on a prayer day | |
Hope no one's listening | |
Roots down in the wet clay | |
Branches glistening | |
Roots to branches | |
Roots to branches | |
Roots to branches | |
In wet and windy priest holes, grand in vast cathedrals | |
High on lofty minarets or in a temples of doom | |
I hope the old man's got his face on | |
He'd better be some quick change artist | |
Suffer little children to make their minds up soon | |
Bad mouth on a prayer day | |
Hope no one's listening | |
Roots down in the wet clay | |
Branches glistening | |
Roots to branches | |
Roots to branches | |
Roots to branches | |
Roots to branches | |
Roots to branches | |
Roots to branches |
zuo ci : Anderson | |
Words get written, words get twisted | |
Old meanings move in the drift of time | |
Lift the flickering torches, see gentle shadows change | |
The features of the faces cut in unmoving stone | |
Bad mouth on a prayer day | |
Hope no one' s listening | |
Roots down in the wet clay | |
Branches glistening | |
True disciples carrying that message | |
To color just a little with their personal touch | |
Homespun fancy weavers and naked half believers | |
Crusades and creeds descend like fiery flakes of snow | |
Bad mouth on a prayer day | |
Hope no one' s listening | |
Roots down in the wet clay | |
Branches glistening | |
Roots to branches | |
Roots to branches | |
Roots to branches | |
In wet and windy priest holes, grand in vast cathedrals | |
High on lofty minarets or in a temples of doom | |
I hope the old man' s got his face on | |
He' d better be some quick change artist | |
Suffer little children to make their minds up soon | |
Bad mouth on a prayer day | |
Hope no one' s listening | |
Roots down in the wet clay | |
Branches glistening | |
Roots to branches | |
Roots to branches | |
Roots to branches | |
Roots to branches | |
Roots to branches | |
Roots to branches |
zuò cí : Anderson | |
Words get written, words get twisted | |
Old meanings move in the drift of time | |
Lift the flickering torches, see gentle shadows change | |
The features of the faces cut in unmoving stone | |
Bad mouth on a prayer day | |
Hope no one' s listening | |
Roots down in the wet clay | |
Branches glistening | |
True disciples carrying that message | |
To color just a little with their personal touch | |
Homespun fancy weavers and naked half believers | |
Crusades and creeds descend like fiery flakes of snow | |
Bad mouth on a prayer day | |
Hope no one' s listening | |
Roots down in the wet clay | |
Branches glistening | |
Roots to branches | |
Roots to branches | |
Roots to branches | |
In wet and windy priest holes, grand in vast cathedrals | |
High on lofty minarets or in a temples of doom | |
I hope the old man' s got his face on | |
He' d better be some quick change artist | |
Suffer little children to make their minds up soon | |
Bad mouth on a prayer day | |
Hope no one' s listening | |
Roots down in the wet clay | |
Branches glistening | |
Roots to branches | |
Roots to branches | |
Roots to branches | |
Roots to branches | |
Roots to branches | |
Roots to branches |