歌曲 | Funeral blues |
歌手 | 黄勃 |
专辑 | No Man Is An Island |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.00] | 作曲 : 黄勃 |
[00:01.00] | 作词 : W.H.Auden |
[00:06.47] | Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, |
[00:12.49] | Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, |
[00:18.80] | Silence the pianos and with muffled drum |
[00:24.67] | Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. |
[00:31.82] | Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead |
[00:38.06] | Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead. |
[00:44.83] | Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, |
[00:51.01] | Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. |
[00:58.06] | He was my North, my South, my East and West, |
[01:06.07] | My working week and my Sunday rest, |
[01:12.71] | My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; |
[01:19.76] | I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong. |
[01:33.26] | The stars are not wanted now; put out every one, |
[01:39.67] | Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun, |
[01:45.46] | Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood; |
[01:52.58] | For nothing now can ever come to any good. |
[02:00.99] | He was my North, my South, my East and West, |
[02:09.39] | My working week and my Sunday rest, |
[02:15.83] | My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; |
[02:22.83] | I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong. |
[02:34.28] | The stars are not wanted now; put out every one, |
[02:40.99] | Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun, |
[02:47.38] | Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood; |
[02:53.97] | For nothing now can ever come to any good. |
[03:00.27] | For nothing now can ever come to any good. |
[03:06.78] | For nothing now can ever come to any good. |
[00:00.00] | zuo qu : huang bo |
[00:01.00] | zuo ci : W. H. Auden |
[00:06.47] | Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, |
[00:12.49] | Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, |
[00:18.80] | Silence the pianos and with muffled drum |
[00:24.67] | Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. |
[00:31.82] | Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead |
[00:38.06] | Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead. |
[00:44.83] | Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, |
[00:51.01] | Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. |
[00:58.06] | He was my North, my South, my East and West, |
[01:06.07] | My working week and my Sunday rest, |
[01:12.71] | My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song |
[01:19.76] | I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong. |
[01:33.26] | The stars are not wanted now put out every one, |
[01:39.67] | Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun, |
[01:45.46] | Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood |
[01:52.58] | For nothing now can ever come to any good. |
[02:00.99] | He was my North, my South, my East and West, |
[02:09.39] | My working week and my Sunday rest, |
[02:15.83] | My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song |
[02:22.83] | I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong. |
[02:34.28] | The stars are not wanted now put out every one, |
[02:40.99] | Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun, |
[02:47.38] | Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood |
[02:53.97] | For nothing now can ever come to any good. |
[03:00.27] | For nothing now can ever come to any good. |
[03:06.78] | For nothing now can ever come to any good. |
[00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : huáng bó |
[00:01.00] | zuò cí : W. H. Auden |
[00:06.47] | Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, |
[00:12.49] | Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, |
[00:18.80] | Silence the pianos and with muffled drum |
[00:24.67] | Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. |
[00:31.82] | Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead |
[00:38.06] | Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead. |
[00:44.83] | Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, |
[00:51.01] | Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. |
[00:58.06] | He was my North, my South, my East and West, |
[01:06.07] | My working week and my Sunday rest, |
[01:12.71] | My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song |
[01:19.76] | I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong. |
[01:33.26] | The stars are not wanted now put out every one, |
[01:39.67] | Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun, |
[01:45.46] | Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood |
[01:52.58] | For nothing now can ever come to any good. |
[02:00.99] | He was my North, my South, my East and West, |
[02:09.39] | My working week and my Sunday rest, |
[02:15.83] | My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song |
[02:22.83] | I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong. |
[02:34.28] | The stars are not wanted now put out every one, |
[02:40.99] | Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun, |
[02:47.38] | Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood |
[02:53.97] | For nothing now can ever come to any good. |
[03:00.27] | For nothing now can ever come to any good. |
[03:06.78] | For nothing now can ever come to any good. |