歌曲 | November Spawned A Monster (Live) |
歌手 | Morrissey |
专辑 | Beethoven Was Deaf |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Langer, Morrissey | |
sleep on and dream of love | |
because it\'s the closest you will | |
get to love | |
poor twisted child | |
so ugly, so ugly | |
poor twisted child | |
oh hug me, oh hug me | |
one november | |
spawned a monster | |
in the shape of this child | |
who later cried : | |
\"but jesus made me, so | |
jesus save me from | |
pity, sympathy | |
and people discussing me\" | |
a frame of useless limbs | |
what can make good | |
all the bad that\'s been done ? | |
and if the lights were out | |
could you even bear | |
to kiss her full on the mouth | |
(or anywhere?) | |
oh, poor twisted child | |
so ugly, so ugly | |
poor twisted child | |
oh hug me, oh hug me | |
one november | |
spawned a monster | |
in the shape of this child | |
who must remain | |
a hostage to kindness | |
and the wheels underneath her | |
a hostage to kindness | |
and the wheels underneath her | |
a symbol of where mad, mad lovers | |
must pause and draw the line. | |
so sleep and dream of love | |
because it\'s the closest | |
you will get to love | |
that november | |
is a time | |
which i must | |
put out of my mind | |
oh, one fine day | |
let it be soon | |
she won\'t be rich or beautiful | |
but she\'ll be walking your streets | |
in the clothes that she went out | |
and chose for herself. |
zuo ci : Langer, Morrissey | |
sleep on and dream of love | |
because it' s the closest you will | |
get to love | |
poor twisted child | |
so ugly, so ugly | |
poor twisted child | |
oh hug me, oh hug me | |
one november | |
spawned a monster | |
in the shape of this child | |
who later cried : | |
" but jesus made me, so | |
jesus save me from | |
pity, sympathy | |
and people discussing me" | |
a frame of useless limbs | |
what can make good | |
all the bad that' s been done ? | |
and if the lights were out | |
could you even bear | |
to kiss her full on the mouth | |
or anywhere? | |
oh, poor twisted child | |
so ugly, so ugly | |
poor twisted child | |
oh hug me, oh hug me | |
one november | |
spawned a monster | |
in the shape of this child | |
who must remain | |
a hostage to kindness | |
and the wheels underneath her | |
a hostage to kindness | |
and the wheels underneath her | |
a symbol of where mad, mad lovers | |
must pause and draw the line. | |
so sleep and dream of love | |
because it' s the closest | |
you will get to love | |
that november | |
is a time | |
which i must | |
put out of my mind | |
oh, one fine day | |
let it be soon | |
she won' t be rich or beautiful | |
but she' ll be walking your streets | |
in the clothes that she went out | |
and chose for herself. |
zuò cí : Langer, Morrissey | |
sleep on and dream of love | |
because it' s the closest you will | |
get to love | |
poor twisted child | |
so ugly, so ugly | |
poor twisted child | |
oh hug me, oh hug me | |
one november | |
spawned a monster | |
in the shape of this child | |
who later cried : | |
" but jesus made me, so | |
jesus save me from | |
pity, sympathy | |
and people discussing me" | |
a frame of useless limbs | |
what can make good | |
all the bad that' s been done ? | |
and if the lights were out | |
could you even bear | |
to kiss her full on the mouth | |
or anywhere? | |
oh, poor twisted child | |
so ugly, so ugly | |
poor twisted child | |
oh hug me, oh hug me | |
one november | |
spawned a monster | |
in the shape of this child | |
who must remain | |
a hostage to kindness | |
and the wheels underneath her | |
a hostage to kindness | |
and the wheels underneath her | |
a symbol of where mad, mad lovers | |
must pause and draw the line. | |
so sleep and dream of love | |
because it' s the closest | |
you will get to love | |
that november | |
is a time | |
which i must | |
put out of my mind | |
oh, one fine day | |
let it be soon | |
she won' t be rich or beautiful | |
but she' ll be walking your streets | |
in the clothes that she went out | |
and chose for herself. |