| 歌曲 | The Mixed Up Kind |
| 歌手 | Trader Horne |
| 专辑 | Morning Way |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : McAuley | |
| Well, my grandfather spoke to me | |
| And told me of his fears | |
| And he smashed my tin soldiers | |
| His eyes were full of tears | |
| Well, a river flew down my face | |
| And ran across the floor | |
| And the people who jumped over it | |
| Were washed up on the floor | |
| Oh, the mixed up kind | |
| Oh, the mixed up kind | |
| The mixed up kind | |
| The mixed up kind | |
| Well, the stars fell like dust | |
| And everybody died | |
| And the sky shed a million tears | |
| And everybody cried | |
| Well, the singer sang his song | |
| That had one word | |
| And the runner came in far too late | |
| From running 'round the world | |
| Oh, the mixed up kind | |
| Oh, the mixed up kind | |
| The mixed up kind | |
| The mixed up kind | |
| Well, the stars fell like dust | |
| And everybody died | |
| And the sky shed a million tears | |
| And everybody cried | |
| Well, the singer sang his song | |
| That had one word | |
| And the runner came in far too late | |
| From running 'round the world | |
| Oh, the mixed up kind | |
| Oh, the mixed up kind | |
| The mixed up kind | |
| The mixed up kind |
| zuo qu : McAuley | |
| Well, my grandfather spoke to me | |
| And told me of his fears | |
| And he smashed my tin soldiers | |
| His eyes were full of tears | |
| Well, a river flew down my face | |
| And ran across the floor | |
| And the people who jumped over it | |
| Were washed up on the floor | |
| Oh, the mixed up kind | |
| Oh, the mixed up kind | |
| The mixed up kind | |
| The mixed up kind | |
| Well, the stars fell like dust | |
| And everybody died | |
| And the sky shed a million tears | |
| And everybody cried | |
| Well, the singer sang his song | |
| That had one word | |
| And the runner came in far too late | |
| From running ' round the world | |
| Oh, the mixed up kind | |
| Oh, the mixed up kind | |
| The mixed up kind | |
| The mixed up kind | |
| Well, the stars fell like dust | |
| And everybody died | |
| And the sky shed a million tears | |
| And everybody cried | |
| Well, the singer sang his song | |
| That had one word | |
| And the runner came in far too late | |
| From running ' round the world | |
| Oh, the mixed up kind | |
| Oh, the mixed up kind | |
| The mixed up kind | |
| The mixed up kind |
| zuò qǔ : McAuley | |
| Well, my grandfather spoke to me | |
| And told me of his fears | |
| And he smashed my tin soldiers | |
| His eyes were full of tears | |
| Well, a river flew down my face | |
| And ran across the floor | |
| And the people who jumped over it | |
| Were washed up on the floor | |
| Oh, the mixed up kind | |
| Oh, the mixed up kind | |
| The mixed up kind | |
| The mixed up kind | |
| Well, the stars fell like dust | |
| And everybody died | |
| And the sky shed a million tears | |
| And everybody cried | |
| Well, the singer sang his song | |
| That had one word | |
| And the runner came in far too late | |
| From running ' round the world | |
| Oh, the mixed up kind | |
| Oh, the mixed up kind | |
| The mixed up kind | |
| The mixed up kind | |
| Well, the stars fell like dust | |
| And everybody died | |
| And the sky shed a million tears | |
| And everybody cried | |
| Well, the singer sang his song | |
| That had one word | |
| And the runner came in far too late | |
| From running ' round the world | |
| Oh, the mixed up kind | |
| Oh, the mixed up kind | |
| The mixed up kind | |
| The mixed up kind |