Angel Of Eighth Avenue 歌词

	作词 : Hunter
	(ian hunter)
	The willow in the wind is gently weeping
	No city lights tonight for she is sleeping
	But in a little while she will awake and gently smile
	My angel of eighth avenue, manhattan morning.
	Somewhere a siren sounds and she is turning
	She moves my arm around 'cause she is burning
	She has so much to give but so little time to live
	My angel of eighth avenue, manhattan morning.
	As i look down the streets are slowly forming
	And the ladies of the night have start performing
	And the trash-collectors horn salutes the dawning
	And soon the workward bound will they wake up yawning
	And soft warm hands behind that give no warning
	Tell me, for just one hour have i been learning
	I have so much to say but so little time to stay
	With my angel of eighth avenue, manhattan morning
	With my angel of eighth avenue, manhattan morning

	zuo ci : Hunter
	ian hunter
	The willow in the wind is gently weeping
	No city lights tonight for she is sleeping
	But in a little while she will awake and gently smile
	My angel of eighth avenue, manhattan morning.
	Somewhere a siren sounds and she is turning
	She moves my arm around ' cause she is burning
	She has so much to give but so little time to live
	My angel of eighth avenue, manhattan morning.
	As i look down the streets are slowly forming
	And the ladies of the night have start performing
	And the trashcollectors horn salutes the dawning
	And soon the workward bound will they wake up yawning
	And soft warm hands behind that give no warning
	Tell me, for just one hour have i been learning
	I have so much to say but so little time to stay
	With my angel of eighth avenue, manhattan morning
	With my angel of eighth avenue, manhattan morning

	zuò cí : Hunter
	ian hunter
	The willow in the wind is gently weeping
	No city lights tonight for she is sleeping
	But in a little while she will awake and gently smile
	My angel of eighth avenue, manhattan morning.
	Somewhere a siren sounds and she is turning
	She moves my arm around ' cause she is burning
	She has so much to give but so little time to live
	My angel of eighth avenue, manhattan morning.
	As i look down the streets are slowly forming
	And the ladies of the night have start performing
	And the trashcollectors horn salutes the dawning
	And soon the workward bound will they wake up yawning
	And soft warm hands behind that give no warning
	Tell me, for just one hour have i been learning
	I have so much to say but so little time to stay
	With my angel of eighth avenue, manhattan morning
	With my angel of eighth avenue, manhattan morning

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