歌曲 | Cry Like An Angel (Album Version) |
歌手 | Shawn Colvin |
专辑 | Steady On |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Colvin, Leventhal | |
S. Colvin - J. Leventhal | |
The streets of my town are not | |
what they were | |
They are haloed in anger, bitter | |
and hurt | |
And it's not so you'd notice but | |
it's a sinister thing | |
Like the wheels of ambition at | |
the christening | |
So I went out walking on the | |
streets of the dead | |
With a chip on my shoulder | |
And a voice in my head | |
It said you have been brought here | |
Though you don't know what for | |
Well the mystery train is coming | |
right to your door | |
And I hear you calling, you | |
don't have to call so loud | |
I see you falling and you don't | |
have to walk so proud | |
You can run all night but we | |
can take you where | |
You can cry like an angel | |
There were high school night dances | |
When we played stump the band | |
We were raising each other | |
In a strange land | |
There were hard pills to swallow | |
But we drank 'em all down | |
Oh the nights were too short then | |
And now they're a little too long | |
I hear you calling and you | |
don't have to call so loud | |
I see you falling and you don't | |
have to walk so proud | |
You can run all night but we | |
can take you where | |
You can shout out in anger | |
You can laugh like a fool | |
You can cry like an angel | |
So look homeward baby | |
Keep your eyes on the sky | |
They will never forgive you | |
So don't ask them to try | |
This is your party, I know | |
it's not your ideal | |
May we all find salvation | |
In professions that heal | |
I hear you calling, you | |
don't have to call so loud | |
I see you falling and you don't | |
have to walk so proud | |
You can run all night but we | |
can take you where | |
You can shout out an answer | |
You can laugh like a fool | |
You can call up to heaven | |
We'll be listening to you | |
You can sing hallelujah | |
You can fly like a bird | |
You can cry like angel | |
When there are no words |
zuo ci : Colvin, Leventhal | |
S. Colvin J. Leventhal | |
The streets of my town are not | |
what they were | |
They are haloed in anger, bitter | |
and hurt | |
And it' s not so you' d notice but | |
it' s a sinister thing | |
Like the wheels of ambition at | |
the christening | |
So I went out walking on the | |
streets of the dead | |
With a chip on my shoulder | |
And a voice in my head | |
It said you have been brought here | |
Though you don' t know what for | |
Well the mystery train is coming | |
right to your door | |
And I hear you calling, you | |
don' t have to call so loud | |
I see you falling and you don' t | |
have to walk so proud | |
You can run all night but we | |
can take you where | |
You can cry like an angel | |
There were high school night dances | |
When we played stump the band | |
We were raising each other | |
In a strange land | |
There were hard pills to swallow | |
But we drank ' em all down | |
Oh the nights were too short then | |
And now they' re a little too long | |
I hear you calling and you | |
don' t have to call so loud | |
I see you falling and you don' t | |
have to walk so proud | |
You can run all night but we | |
can take you where | |
You can shout out in anger | |
You can laugh like a fool | |
You can cry like an angel | |
So look homeward baby | |
Keep your eyes on the sky | |
They will never forgive you | |
So don' t ask them to try | |
This is your party, I know | |
it' s not your ideal | |
May we all find salvation | |
In professions that heal | |
I hear you calling, you | |
don' t have to call so loud | |
I see you falling and you don' t | |
have to walk so proud | |
You can run all night but we | |
can take you where | |
You can shout out an answer | |
You can laugh like a fool | |
You can call up to heaven | |
We' ll be listening to you | |
You can sing hallelujah | |
You can fly like a bird | |
You can cry like angel | |
When there are no words |
zuò cí : Colvin, Leventhal | |
S. Colvin J. Leventhal | |
The streets of my town are not | |
what they were | |
They are haloed in anger, bitter | |
and hurt | |
And it' s not so you' d notice but | |
it' s a sinister thing | |
Like the wheels of ambition at | |
the christening | |
So I went out walking on the | |
streets of the dead | |
With a chip on my shoulder | |
And a voice in my head | |
It said you have been brought here | |
Though you don' t know what for | |
Well the mystery train is coming | |
right to your door | |
And I hear you calling, you | |
don' t have to call so loud | |
I see you falling and you don' t | |
have to walk so proud | |
You can run all night but we | |
can take you where | |
You can cry like an angel | |
There were high school night dances | |
When we played stump the band | |
We were raising each other | |
In a strange land | |
There were hard pills to swallow | |
But we drank ' em all down | |
Oh the nights were too short then | |
And now they' re a little too long | |
I hear you calling and you | |
don' t have to call so loud | |
I see you falling and you don' t | |
have to walk so proud | |
You can run all night but we | |
can take you where | |
You can shout out in anger | |
You can laugh like a fool | |
You can cry like an angel | |
So look homeward baby | |
Keep your eyes on the sky | |
They will never forgive you | |
So don' t ask them to try | |
This is your party, I know | |
it' s not your ideal | |
May we all find salvation | |
In professions that heal | |
I hear you calling, you | |
don' t have to call so loud | |
I see you falling and you don' t | |
have to walk so proud | |
You can run all night but we | |
can take you where | |
You can shout out an answer | |
You can laugh like a fool | |
You can call up to heaven | |
We' ll be listening to you | |
You can sing hallelujah | |
You can fly like a bird | |
You can cry like angel | |
When there are no words |