歌曲 | A Hold Of Me |
歌手 | The Boomtown Rats |
专辑 | In The Long Grass |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Bob Geldof | |
One two three four | |
So what’s the story? | |
So what's the score? | |
What did we do? | |
What are we guilty of? | |
When they shoot you down | |
Bring you to your knees | |
Until you hit the ground | |
And kick you in the teeth | |
And I dreamed | |
I was standing, on my own, | |
Staring out, into the twilight zone, | |
And I dreamed of icebergs, | |
And I dreamed of heat, | |
And my face was melting, and the | |
SLE So what’s the story? | |
So what's the score? | |
What did we do? | |
What are we guilty of? | |
When they shoot you down | |
Bring you to your knees | |
Until you hit the ground | |
And kick you in the teeth | |
Then I was kneeling, on a stone, | |
And I heard you scream, into the telephone | |
Then I felt the hunger, so | |
I think of meat | |
And if it wasn’t you, it must have been me | |
And I don’t like them, any more, | |
The things they do, the things they stand for, | |
Shoot you down, bring you to your knees | |
Then you hit the ground | |
Kick you in the teeth | |
But no they’ll never, never, | |
Never, never, never, | |
Get a hold of my heart, | |
No they’ll never, never, | |
Never, never, never, | |
Get a hold of me. | |
Hold of me, hold of me, hold of me. | |
And the rain was falling, all around my head, | |
And I blinked my eyes, so | |
I wasn’t dead. | |
And my ears was ringing, and my tongue slipped out, | |
And I licked my lips until my teeth fell out. | |
And I saw you running, and you made the line, | |
Then it was night, but it was still too bright, | |
Then it turned to dawn, and it was still too dark, | |
And the streets were empty, and it was time to start | |
And I’m for thinking, between the ears, | |
For mental process, for cogs and gears, | |
Yes I’m for flesh, and | |
I’m for mind, | |
Oh I’m for people, and | |
I’m for life! | |
So what’s the story? | |
So what's the score? | |
So what did we do? | |
So what are we guilty of? | |
When they shoot you down | |
Bring you to your knees | |
Oh when you hit the ground | |
They kick you in the teeth | |
But no they’ll never, never, | |
Never, never, never, | |
Get a hold of my heart, | |
No they’ll never, never, | |
Never, never, never, | |
Get a hold of me. | |
Hold of me, hold of me, hold of me. |
zuo qu : Bob Geldof | |
One two three four | |
So what' s the story? | |
So what' s the score? | |
What did we do? | |
What are we guilty of? | |
When they shoot you down | |
Bring you to your knees | |
Until you hit the ground | |
And kick you in the teeth | |
And I dreamed | |
I was standing, on my own, | |
Staring out, into the twilight zone, | |
And I dreamed of icebergs, | |
And I dreamed of heat, | |
And my face was melting, and the | |
SLE So what' s the story? | |
So what' s the score? | |
What did we do? | |
What are we guilty of? | |
When they shoot you down | |
Bring you to your knees | |
Until you hit the ground | |
And kick you in the teeth | |
Then I was kneeling, on a stone, | |
And I heard you scream, into the telephone | |
Then I felt the hunger, so | |
I think of meat | |
And if it wasn' t you, it must have been me | |
And I don' t like them, any more, | |
The things they do, the things they stand for, | |
Shoot you down, bring you to your knees | |
Then you hit the ground | |
Kick you in the teeth | |
But no they' ll never, never, | |
Never, never, never, | |
Get a hold of my heart, | |
No they' ll never, never, | |
Never, never, never, | |
Get a hold of me. | |
Hold of me, hold of me, hold of me. | |
And the rain was falling, all around my head, | |
And I blinked my eyes, so | |
I wasn' t dead. | |
And my ears was ringing, and my tongue slipped out, | |
And I licked my lips until my teeth fell out. | |
And I saw you running, and you made the line, | |
Then it was night, but it was still too bright, | |
Then it turned to dawn, and it was still too dark, | |
And the streets were empty, and it was time to start | |
And I' m for thinking, between the ears, | |
For mental process, for cogs and gears, | |
Yes I' m for flesh, and | |
I' m for mind, | |
Oh I' m for people, and | |
I' m for life! | |
So what' s the story? | |
So what' s the score? | |
So what did we do? | |
So what are we guilty of? | |
When they shoot you down | |
Bring you to your knees | |
Oh when you hit the ground | |
They kick you in the teeth | |
But no they' ll never, never, | |
Never, never, never, | |
Get a hold of my heart, | |
No they' ll never, never, | |
Never, never, never, | |
Get a hold of me. | |
Hold of me, hold of me, hold of me. |
zuò qǔ : Bob Geldof | |
One two three four | |
So what' s the story? | |
So what' s the score? | |
What did we do? | |
What are we guilty of? | |
When they shoot you down | |
Bring you to your knees | |
Until you hit the ground | |
And kick you in the teeth | |
And I dreamed | |
I was standing, on my own, | |
Staring out, into the twilight zone, | |
And I dreamed of icebergs, | |
And I dreamed of heat, | |
And my face was melting, and the | |
SLE So what' s the story? | |
So what' s the score? | |
What did we do? | |
What are we guilty of? | |
When they shoot you down | |
Bring you to your knees | |
Until you hit the ground | |
And kick you in the teeth | |
Then I was kneeling, on a stone, | |
And I heard you scream, into the telephone | |
Then I felt the hunger, so | |
I think of meat | |
And if it wasn' t you, it must have been me | |
And I don' t like them, any more, | |
The things they do, the things they stand for, | |
Shoot you down, bring you to your knees | |
Then you hit the ground | |
Kick you in the teeth | |
But no they' ll never, never, | |
Never, never, never, | |
Get a hold of my heart, | |
No they' ll never, never, | |
Never, never, never, | |
Get a hold of me. | |
Hold of me, hold of me, hold of me. | |
And the rain was falling, all around my head, | |
And I blinked my eyes, so | |
I wasn' t dead. | |
And my ears was ringing, and my tongue slipped out, | |
And I licked my lips until my teeth fell out. | |
And I saw you running, and you made the line, | |
Then it was night, but it was still too bright, | |
Then it turned to dawn, and it was still too dark, | |
And the streets were empty, and it was time to start | |
And I' m for thinking, between the ears, | |
For mental process, for cogs and gears, | |
Yes I' m for flesh, and | |
I' m for mind, | |
Oh I' m for people, and | |
I' m for life! | |
So what' s the story? | |
So what' s the score? | |
So what did we do? | |
So what are we guilty of? | |
When they shoot you down | |
Bring you to your knees | |
Oh when you hit the ground | |
They kick you in the teeth | |
But no they' ll never, never, | |
Never, never, never, | |
Get a hold of my heart, | |
No they' ll never, never, | |
Never, never, never, | |
Get a hold of me. | |
Hold of me, hold of me, hold of me. |