歌曲 | The Wild Flowers |
歌手 | Cathie Ryan |
专辑 | The Farthest Wave |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Spillane | |
'Twas the wild flowers I preferred | |
Who owed nothing to nobody | |
But blossomed in the ditches | |
And made their own way in the world | |
'Twas the wild flowers I admired | |
Who never done nothing to you | |
But driven from the garden | |
Sang their own songs in the spring | |
You can have your lily, you can have your rose | |
That were taken and broken and bred by men | |
They were grafted and lamed | |
Twisted and tamed | |
But the wild flowers I enjoyed | |
They had nothing to do with you | |
They flowered by the roadside | |
And wore their own colors in the sun | |
That were there before you, will be there after you | |
That will out, that will out like your own true nature | |
You can try, you can try | |
That you will never defeat | |
The wild flowers I enjoyed | |
They had nothing to do with you | |
Banished from the garden | |
They made their own way in the world | |
They sang their own songs in the spring | |
And wore their own colors in the sun |
zuo ci : Spillane | |
' Twas the wild flowers I preferred | |
Who owed nothing to nobody | |
But blossomed in the ditches | |
And made their own way in the world | |
' Twas the wild flowers I admired | |
Who never done nothing to you | |
But driven from the garden | |
Sang their own songs in the spring | |
You can have your lily, you can have your rose | |
That were taken and broken and bred by men | |
They were grafted and lamed | |
Twisted and tamed | |
But the wild flowers I enjoyed | |
They had nothing to do with you | |
They flowered by the roadside | |
And wore their own colors in the sun | |
That were there before you, will be there after you | |
That will out, that will out like your own true nature | |
You can try, you can try | |
That you will never defeat | |
The wild flowers I enjoyed | |
They had nothing to do with you | |
Banished from the garden | |
They made their own way in the world | |
They sang their own songs in the spring | |
And wore their own colors in the sun |
zuò cí : Spillane | |
' Twas the wild flowers I preferred | |
Who owed nothing to nobody | |
But blossomed in the ditches | |
And made their own way in the world | |
' Twas the wild flowers I admired | |
Who never done nothing to you | |
But driven from the garden | |
Sang their own songs in the spring | |
You can have your lily, you can have your rose | |
That were taken and broken and bred by men | |
They were grafted and lamed | |
Twisted and tamed | |
But the wild flowers I enjoyed | |
They had nothing to do with you | |
They flowered by the roadside | |
And wore their own colors in the sun | |
That were there before you, will be there after you | |
That will out, that will out like your own true nature | |
You can try, you can try | |
That you will never defeat | |
The wild flowers I enjoyed | |
They had nothing to do with you | |
Banished from the garden | |
They made their own way in the world | |
They sang their own songs in the spring | |
And wore their own colors in the sun |