歌曲 | Stompin' At The Savoy |
歌手 | Benny Goodman |
专辑 | B. G. In Hi Fi |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Andy Razaf | |
Savoy, the home of sweet romance, | |
Savoy, it wins you with a glance, | |
Savoy, gives happy feet a chance to dance.Your old form just like a clinging vine, | |
Your lips so warm and sweet as wine, | |
Your cheek so soft and close to mine, divine.How my heart is singing, | |
While the band is swinging, | |
I'm never tired of romping, | |
And stomping with you at the Savoy. | |
What joy - a perfect holiday, | |
Savoy, where we can glide and sway, | |
Savoy, let me stomp away with you;The home of sweet romance, | |
It wins you at a glance, | |
Gives happy feet a chance to dance. | |
Just like a clinging vine, | |
So soft and sweet as wine, | |
So soft and close to mine, divine.How my heart is singing, | |
While the band is swinging, | |
I'm never, never, never tired of romping, | |
And stomping with you at the Savoy. | |
What joy - a perfect holiday, | |
Savoy, where we can glide and sway, | |
Savoy, let me stomp away with you; |
zuo ci : Andy Razaf | |
Savoy, the home of sweet romance, | |
Savoy, it wins you with a glance, | |
Savoy, gives happy feet a chance to dance. Your old form just like a clinging vine, | |
Your lips so warm and sweet as wine, | |
Your cheek so soft and close to mine, divine. How my heart is singing, | |
While the band is swinging, | |
I' m never tired of romping, | |
And stomping with you at the Savoy. | |
What joy a perfect holiday, | |
Savoy, where we can glide and sway, | |
Savoy, let me stomp away with you The home of sweet romance, | |
It wins you at a glance, | |
Gives happy feet a chance to dance. | |
Just like a clinging vine, | |
So soft and sweet as wine, | |
So soft and close to mine, divine. How my heart is singing, | |
While the band is swinging, | |
I' m never, never, never tired of romping, | |
And stomping with you at the Savoy. | |
What joy a perfect holiday, | |
Savoy, where we can glide and sway, | |
Savoy, let me stomp away with you |
zuò cí : Andy Razaf | |
Savoy, the home of sweet romance, | |
Savoy, it wins you with a glance, | |
Savoy, gives happy feet a chance to dance. Your old form just like a clinging vine, | |
Your lips so warm and sweet as wine, | |
Your cheek so soft and close to mine, divine. How my heart is singing, | |
While the band is swinging, | |
I' m never tired of romping, | |
And stomping with you at the Savoy. | |
What joy a perfect holiday, | |
Savoy, where we can glide and sway, | |
Savoy, let me stomp away with you The home of sweet romance, | |
It wins you at a glance, | |
Gives happy feet a chance to dance. | |
Just like a clinging vine, | |
So soft and sweet as wine, | |
So soft and close to mine, divine. How my heart is singing, | |
While the band is swinging, | |
I' m never, never, never tired of romping, | |
And stomping with you at the Savoy. | |
What joy a perfect holiday, | |
Savoy, where we can glide and sway, | |
Savoy, let me stomp away with you |