歌曲 | Mother No More |
歌手 | The Residents |
专辑 | Animal Lover |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Residents | |
I will never hear you in the morning, no | |
I will never hear your voice again | |
You will never say that you love the little cakes | |
That I bake so early in the morning, no | |
I will never hear it again | |
She'll never hear him in the evening, no, | |
She will never hear his voice again | |
He will never say “It's my favorite time of day,” | |
When the sun is setting in the evening, no, | |
She will never hear it again | |
But I know I'll hear you when it's late at night | |
And you're sleeping in your room again | |
You will dream of the faraway wickedness of war | |
And I'll hear you sobbing after midnight, no, | |
You will not say “mother” again | |
No, you won't say “mother” again |
zuo ci : Residents | |
I will never hear you in the morning, no | |
I will never hear your voice again | |
You will never say that you love the little cakes | |
That I bake so early in the morning, no | |
I will never hear it again | |
She' ll never hear him in the evening, no, | |
She will never hear his voice again | |
He will never say " It' s my favorite time of day," | |
When the sun is setting in the evening, no, | |
She will never hear it again | |
But I know I' ll hear you when it' s late at night | |
And you' re sleeping in your room again | |
You will dream of the faraway wickedness of war | |
And I' ll hear you sobbing after midnight, no, | |
You will not say " mother" again | |
No, you won' t say " mother" again |
zuò cí : Residents | |
I will never hear you in the morning, no | |
I will never hear your voice again | |
You will never say that you love the little cakes | |
That I bake so early in the morning, no | |
I will never hear it again | |
She' ll never hear him in the evening, no, | |
She will never hear his voice again | |
He will never say " It' s my favorite time of day," | |
When the sun is setting in the evening, no, | |
She will never hear it again | |
But I know I' ll hear you when it' s late at night | |
And you' re sleeping in your room again | |
You will dream of the faraway wickedness of war | |
And I' ll hear you sobbing after midnight, no, | |
You will not say " mother" again | |
No, you won' t say " mother" again |