歌曲 | A Sweet Little Bullet From A Pretty Blue Gun |
歌手 | Tom Waits |
专辑 | Blue Valentine |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Waits | |
it's raining it's pouring | |
and you didn't bring a sweater | |
nebraska'll never let you come back home | |
and on hollywood and vine | |
by the trifty mart sign | |
and night i'll be willin' to bet | |
there's a young girl | |
with sweet little wishes | |
and pretty blue dreams | |
standin' there and gettin' all wet | |
now there's a place off the drag | |
called the gilbert hotel | |
there's a couple letters burned out the sign | |
and it's better then a bus stop | |
and they do good business | |
every time it rains | |
for sweet little girls | |
with nothing in their jeans | |
but sweet little wishes | |
and pretty blue dreams | |
now it's raining it's pouring | |
the old man is snoring | |
now i lay me down to sleep | |
i hear the sirens in the street | |
all the dreams are made of chrome | |
i have no way to get back home | |
i'd rather die before i wake | |
like marilyn monroe | |
and throw my dreams out in | |
the street and the | |
rain will make em grow | |
now the night clerk he got a club foot | |
and he's heard times or more | |
he says check out time is 10 am | |
and that's just what he means | |
and you go up the stairs | |
with sweet little wishes | |
and pretty blue dreams | |
now it's raining it's pouring | |
and hollywoods just fine | |
swindle a little out of her dreams | |
put a letter in the sign | |
never trust a scarecrow | |
wearin' shades after dark | |
be areful of that old bow tie he wears | |
it takes asweet little bullet | |
from a pretty blue gun | |
to put those scarlet ribbons in your hair | |
no that ain't no cherry bomb | |
4th of july's all done | |
just some fool playin' that a second line | |
from the barrel of a pretty blue gun | |
no that ain't no cherry bomb | |
4th of july's all done | |
get some fool playin' that second line | |
from the barrel of a pretty blue gun |
zuo ci : Waits | |
it' s raining it' s pouring | |
and you didn' t bring a sweater | |
nebraska' ll never let you come back home | |
and on hollywood and vine | |
by the trifty mart sign | |
and night i' ll be willin' to bet | |
there' s a young girl | |
with sweet little wishes | |
and pretty blue dreams | |
standin' there and gettin' all wet | |
now there' s a place off the drag | |
called the gilbert hotel | |
there' s a couple letters burned out the sign | |
and it' s better then a bus stop | |
and they do good business | |
every time it rains | |
for sweet little girls | |
with nothing in their jeans | |
but sweet little wishes | |
and pretty blue dreams | |
now it' s raining it' s pouring | |
the old man is snoring | |
now i lay me down to sleep | |
i hear the sirens in the street | |
all the dreams are made of chrome | |
i have no way to get back home | |
i' d rather die before i wake | |
like marilyn monroe | |
and throw my dreams out in | |
the street and the | |
rain will make em grow | |
now the night clerk he got a club foot | |
and he' s heard times or more | |
he says check out time is 10 am | |
and that' s just what he means | |
and you go up the stairs | |
with sweet little wishes | |
and pretty blue dreams | |
now it' s raining it' s pouring | |
and hollywoods just fine | |
swindle a little out of her dreams | |
put a letter in the sign | |
never trust a scarecrow | |
wearin' shades after dark | |
be areful of that old bow tie he wears | |
it takes asweet little bullet | |
from a pretty blue gun | |
to put those scarlet ribbons in your hair | |
no that ain' t no cherry bomb | |
4th of july' s all done | |
just some fool playin' that a second line | |
from the barrel of a pretty blue gun | |
no that ain' t no cherry bomb | |
4th of july' s all done | |
get some fool playin' that second line | |
from the barrel of a pretty blue gun |
zuò cí : Waits | |
it' s raining it' s pouring | |
and you didn' t bring a sweater | |
nebraska' ll never let you come back home | |
and on hollywood and vine | |
by the trifty mart sign | |
and night i' ll be willin' to bet | |
there' s a young girl | |
with sweet little wishes | |
and pretty blue dreams | |
standin' there and gettin' all wet | |
now there' s a place off the drag | |
called the gilbert hotel | |
there' s a couple letters burned out the sign | |
and it' s better then a bus stop | |
and they do good business | |
every time it rains | |
for sweet little girls | |
with nothing in their jeans | |
but sweet little wishes | |
and pretty blue dreams | |
now it' s raining it' s pouring | |
the old man is snoring | |
now i lay me down to sleep | |
i hear the sirens in the street | |
all the dreams are made of chrome | |
i have no way to get back home | |
i' d rather die before i wake | |
like marilyn monroe | |
and throw my dreams out in | |
the street and the | |
rain will make em grow | |
now the night clerk he got a club foot | |
and he' s heard times or more | |
he says check out time is 10 am | |
and that' s just what he means | |
and you go up the stairs | |
with sweet little wishes | |
and pretty blue dreams | |
now it' s raining it' s pouring | |
and hollywoods just fine | |
swindle a little out of her dreams | |
put a letter in the sign | |
never trust a scarecrow | |
wearin' shades after dark | |
be areful of that old bow tie he wears | |
it takes asweet little bullet | |
from a pretty blue gun | |
to put those scarlet ribbons in your hair | |
no that ain' t no cherry bomb | |
4th of july' s all done | |
just some fool playin' that a second line | |
from the barrel of a pretty blue gun | |
no that ain' t no cherry bomb | |
4th of july' s all done | |
get some fool playin' that second line | |
from the barrel of a pretty blue gun |