As Yet Untitled 歌词
| 歌曲 | As Yet Untitled |
| 歌手 | Terence Trent D'Arby |
| 专辑 | Introducing The Hardline According To Terence Trent D'Arby |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : DArby | |
| Out by a shanty where the dust hangs high | |
| Far from a river where things grow green | |
| The flowers weep and they lean away | |
| From the blood stained soil beneath my feet. | |
| The thorns outnumber the petals on the rose | |
| And the darkness amplifies the sound of printers' ink | |
| On propaganda page | |
| That will rule your life and fuel my rage. | |
| I tried to bend my knees | |
| But my knees were already bent | |
| I haven't stood like a man for such a long time now | |
| I called on my god but he was sleeping on that day | |
| I guess I'll have to depend on me. | |
| Shall I tell my children if they ask of me | |
| Did I surrender forth my right to be? | |
| Y'see my daddy died to leave this haunting ground | |
| And this same ground still haunts me. | |
| The cool September blows the seeds away | |
| The harvest blown again this year | |
| But I'll return a stronger man | |
| I'll return to me my homeland | |
| No grave shall hold my body down | |
| This land is still my home. |
| zuo ci : DArby | |
| Out by a shanty where the dust hangs high | |
| Far from a river where things grow green | |
| The flowers weep and they lean away | |
| From the blood stained soil beneath my feet. | |
| The thorns outnumber the petals on the rose | |
| And the darkness amplifies the sound of printers' ink | |
| On propaganda page | |
| That will rule your life and fuel my rage. | |
| I tried to bend my knees | |
| But my knees were already bent | |
| I haven' t stood like a man for such a long time now | |
| I called on my god but he was sleeping on that day | |
| I guess I' ll have to depend on me. | |
| Shall I tell my children if they ask of me | |
| Did I surrender forth my right to be? | |
| Y' see my daddy died to leave this haunting ground | |
| And this same ground still haunts me. | |
| The cool September blows the seeds away | |
| The harvest blown again this year | |
| But I' ll return a stronger man | |
| I' ll return to me my homeland | |
| No grave shall hold my body down | |
| This land is still my home. |
| zuò cí : DArby | |
| Out by a shanty where the dust hangs high | |
| Far from a river where things grow green | |
| The flowers weep and they lean away | |
| From the blood stained soil beneath my feet. | |
| The thorns outnumber the petals on the rose | |
| And the darkness amplifies the sound of printers' ink | |
| On propaganda page | |
| That will rule your life and fuel my rage. | |
| I tried to bend my knees | |
| But my knees were already bent | |
| I haven' t stood like a man for such a long time now | |
| I called on my god but he was sleeping on that day | |
| I guess I' ll have to depend on me. | |
| Shall I tell my children if they ask of me | |
| Did I surrender forth my right to be? | |
| Y' see my daddy died to leave this haunting ground | |
| And this same ground still haunts me. | |
| The cool September blows the seeds away | |
| The harvest blown again this year | |
| But I' ll return a stronger man | |
| I' ll return to me my homeland | |
| No grave shall hold my body down | |
| This land is still my home. |
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