歌曲 | Burn Down This Town |
歌手 | Rosanne Cash |
专辑 | Black Cadillac |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : John Leventhal/Rosanne Cash | |
The hills are burning, fields turn to steel | |
The big house is haunted with what we don't feel | |
All the streets are empty, no one ever comes around | |
So you know they won't make a sound | |
Burn down this town | |
My lungs are blackened with smoke and sobs | |
So just be a man and finish the job | |
And I'll watch you from this distant place | |
I've found | |
Oh, you know | |
I won't make a sound | |
Burn down this town | |
The clapper jail and the co-op board | |
The garden club and the bedroom door | |
Sprinkled lawn and the mirrored hall | |
The Christmas tree, just burn it all | |
The sky is falling with the ash and mud | |
They gotta make a promise, yeah, blood to blood | |
So shut the door and then slowly turn around | |
And now you know you can't make a sound | |
Burn down this town | |
The clapper jail and the co-op board | |
The garden club and the bedroom door | |
Sprinkled lawn and the mirrored hall | |
The Christmas tree, just burn it all | |
Burn down this town | |
Burn down this town |
zuo qu : John Leventhal Rosanne Cash | |
The hills are burning, fields turn to steel | |
The big house is haunted with what we don' t feel | |
All the streets are empty, no one ever comes around | |
So you know they won' t make a sound | |
Burn down this town | |
My lungs are blackened with smoke and sobs | |
So just be a man and finish the job | |
And I' ll watch you from this distant place | |
I' ve found | |
Oh, you know | |
I won' t make a sound | |
Burn down this town | |
The clapper jail and the coop board | |
The garden club and the bedroom door | |
Sprinkled lawn and the mirrored hall | |
The Christmas tree, just burn it all | |
The sky is falling with the ash and mud | |
They gotta make a promise, yeah, blood to blood | |
So shut the door and then slowly turn around | |
And now you know you can' t make a sound | |
Burn down this town | |
The clapper jail and the coop board | |
The garden club and the bedroom door | |
Sprinkled lawn and the mirrored hall | |
The Christmas tree, just burn it all | |
Burn down this town | |
Burn down this town |
zuò qǔ : John Leventhal Rosanne Cash | |
The hills are burning, fields turn to steel | |
The big house is haunted with what we don' t feel | |
All the streets are empty, no one ever comes around | |
So you know they won' t make a sound | |
Burn down this town | |
My lungs are blackened with smoke and sobs | |
So just be a man and finish the job | |
And I' ll watch you from this distant place | |
I' ve found | |
Oh, you know | |
I won' t make a sound | |
Burn down this town | |
The clapper jail and the coop board | |
The garden club and the bedroom door | |
Sprinkled lawn and the mirrored hall | |
The Christmas tree, just burn it all | |
The sky is falling with the ash and mud | |
They gotta make a promise, yeah, blood to blood | |
So shut the door and then slowly turn around | |
And now you know you can' t make a sound | |
Burn down this town | |
The clapper jail and the coop board | |
The garden club and the bedroom door | |
Sprinkled lawn and the mirrored hall | |
The Christmas tree, just burn it all | |
Burn down this town | |
Burn down this town |