| 歌曲 | Stories We Could Tell |
| 歌手 | The Everly Brothers |
| 专辑 | Stories We Could Tell |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Sebastian | |
| Talkin' to myself again | |
| An’ wonderin' if this travellin' is good | |
| Is there somethin' else a' doin' | |
| We'd be doin' if we could | |
| And ah, the stories we can tell | |
| And if it all blows up and goes to Hell | |
| I can still see us sitting on a bed in some motel | |
| Listening to the stories we can tell | |
| Remember that guitar in a museum in Tennessee | |
| The nameplate on the glass brought back twenty melodies | |
| An’ the scratches on the face told of all the times he’d fell | |
| Singin' every story he could tell | |
| And ah, the stories he could tell | |
| And I'll bet you it still rings like a bell | |
| And I wish that we could sit back on a bed in some motel | |
| And listen to the stories it could tell | |
| So if you're on the road a-trackin' down your every night | |
| And singin' for a livin' ‘neath the brightly coloured lights | |
| And if you ever wonder why you ride this carousel | |
| Eh you did it for the stories you could tell | |
| And ah, the stories we can tell | |
| And I wouldn’t kid a man I like so well | |
| And I wish that we could sit back on a bed in some motel | |
| An’ listen to the stories we can tell | |
| And ah, the stories we can tell | |
| And if it all blows up and goes to Hell | |
| I can still see us sitting on a bed in some motel | |
| Just listenin’ to the stories we can tell |
| zuo ci : Sebastian | |
| Talkin' to myself again | |
| An' wonderin' if this travellin' is good | |
| Is there somethin' else a' doin' | |
| We' d be doin' if we could | |
| And ah, the stories we can tell | |
| And if it all blows up and goes to Hell | |
| I can still see us sitting on a bed in some motel | |
| Listening to the stories we can tell | |
| Remember that guitar in a museum in Tennessee | |
| The nameplate on the glass brought back twenty melodies | |
| An' the scratches on the face told of all the times he' d fell | |
| Singin' every story he could tell | |
| And ah, the stories he could tell | |
| And I' ll bet you it still rings like a bell | |
| And I wish that we could sit back on a bed in some motel | |
| And listen to the stories it could tell | |
| So if you' re on the road atrackin' down your every night | |
| And singin' for a livin' ' neath the brightly coloured lights | |
| And if you ever wonder why you ride this carousel | |
| Eh you did it for the stories you could tell | |
| And ah, the stories we can tell | |
| And I wouldn' t kid a man I like so well | |
| And I wish that we could sit back on a bed in some motel | |
| An' listen to the stories we can tell | |
| And ah, the stories we can tell | |
| And if it all blows up and goes to Hell | |
| I can still see us sitting on a bed in some motel | |
| Just listenin' to the stories we can tell |
| zuò cí : Sebastian | |
| Talkin' to myself again | |
| An' wonderin' if this travellin' is good | |
| Is there somethin' else a' doin' | |
| We' d be doin' if we could | |
| And ah, the stories we can tell | |
| And if it all blows up and goes to Hell | |
| I can still see us sitting on a bed in some motel | |
| Listening to the stories we can tell | |
| Remember that guitar in a museum in Tennessee | |
| The nameplate on the glass brought back twenty melodies | |
| An' the scratches on the face told of all the times he' d fell | |
| Singin' every story he could tell | |
| And ah, the stories he could tell | |
| And I' ll bet you it still rings like a bell | |
| And I wish that we could sit back on a bed in some motel | |
| And listen to the stories it could tell | |
| So if you' re on the road atrackin' down your every night | |
| And singin' for a livin' ' neath the brightly coloured lights | |
| And if you ever wonder why you ride this carousel | |
| Eh you did it for the stories you could tell | |
| And ah, the stories we can tell | |
| And I wouldn' t kid a man I like so well | |
| And I wish that we could sit back on a bed in some motel | |
| An' listen to the stories we can tell | |
| And ah, the stories we can tell | |
| And if it all blows up and goes to Hell | |
| I can still see us sitting on a bed in some motel | |
| Just listenin' to the stories we can tell |