歌曲 | Billy The Kid |
歌手 | YoungStar |
专辑 | Mellow Candle |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
[ar:Mr. J Medeiros] | |
[ti:Billy The Kid] | |
[00:25.53] | When he was young he use to play with toy guns |
[00:28.30] | He’d say it was for fun but really it was the feel of it |
[00:31.07] | He acted silly but Billy loved the appeal of it |
[00:32.68] | Though its just plastic his roles got drastic |
[00:34.14] | Sound effects would blow he’d black mask it |
[00:38.22] | Around his neck would glow that classic Rambo medallion |
[00:40.09] | He use to dream of Lambo’s, Italian Mafioso, Commando, battalions |
[00:44.37] | He would lead them through the dark of winter |
[00:49.00] | He would leave them when his mom had started dinner |
[00:51.77] | At the table with his bleeding elbows |
[00:53.18] | Even when eating he needed his G.I. Joe’s |
[00:56.56] | By his side guarding his pride |
[00:58.72] | A soldier or a poet it got harder to decide |
[01:02.34] | The fun ends as the evening unravels |
[01:04.78] | A young mans ego so fragile |
[01:26.98] | A now he’s hitting his teens still drifting in between |
[01:29.95] | Wanting to be a writer wanting to be a fighter |
[01:32.37] | He’s starting to wonder which was mightier |
[01:34.94] | And found one |
[01:36.86] | The difference between Martin and Malcolm |
[01:38.82] | He couldn’t see it in the outcome |
[01:40.64] | They didn't live to see it |
[01:42.15] | Now how come |
[01:43.11] | Was the thought he saw the ones who fought |
[01:45.12] | He saw the ones who got caught in their cross fire |
[01:48.14] | His boss fired him and the cause |
[01:50.46] | He was reading Che Guevara instead of him parking cars |
[01:53.28] | Who writes the laws who enforces them |
[01:54.79] | Born to win, born to loose, born again |
[01:58.51] | Mortal men with an ego so fragile |
[02:00.93] | Reading as the meaning unravels |
[02:02.94] | Was it a bullet to the head or the words to the brain |
[02:06.70] | That brought about more change |
[02:49.43] | It’s been a long time since the toy guns and the acting bigger |
[02:52.60] | Active trigger now he a real action figure |
[02:54.92] | The military made it harder to decide |
[02:57.08] | A soldier and a poet now the poet guards his pride |
[02:59.55] | You see his views we see them on the evening news |
[03:02.62] | We read the words found hidden in his B.D.U.’s |
[03:05.40] | We loose sight with an eye for an eye |
[03:07.36] | Were the last words written on the night that he died |
[03:10.83] | In a book they gave to his son the day he turned 21 |
[03:14.61] | The day he learned of young men who have come to an end |
[03:17.93] | Of his father who held his gun but held harder to his pen |
[03:20.50] | A martyr born again every time his book was opened |
[03:22.42] | And the mind that provoked it |
[03:25.29] | Was it the words from his hands or the bullet from a gun |
[03:28.72] | That kept a man alive for his son |
ar: Mr. J Medeiros | |
ti: Billy The Kid | |
[00:25.53] | When he was young he use to play with toy guns |
[00:28.30] | He' d say it was for fun but really it was the feel of it |
[00:31.07] | He acted silly but Billy loved the appeal of it |
[00:32.68] | Though its just plastic his roles got drastic |
[00:34.14] | Sound effects would blow he' d black mask it |
[00:38.22] | Around his neck would glow that classic Rambo medallion |
[00:40.09] | He use to dream of Lambo' s, Italian Mafioso, Commando, battalions |
[00:44.37] | He would lead them through the dark of winter |
[00:49.00] | He would leave them when his mom had started dinner |
[00:51.77] | At the table with his bleeding elbows |
[00:53.18] | Even when eating he needed his G. I. Joe' s |
[00:56.56] | By his side guarding his pride |
[00:58.72] | A soldier or a poet it got harder to decide |
[01:02.34] | The fun ends as the evening unravels |
[01:04.78] | A young mans ego so fragile |
[01:26.98] | A now he' s hitting his teens still drifting in between |
[01:29.95] | Wanting to be a writer wanting to be a fighter |
[01:32.37] | He' s starting to wonder which was mightier |
[01:34.94] | And found one |
[01:36.86] | The difference between Martin and Malcolm |
[01:38.82] | He couldn' t see it in the outcome |
[01:40.64] | They didn' t live to see it |
[01:42.15] | Now how come |
[01:43.11] | Was the thought he saw the ones who fought |
[01:45.12] | He saw the ones who got caught in their cross fire |
[01:48.14] | His boss fired him and the cause |
[01:50.46] | He was reading Che Guevara instead of him parking cars |
[01:53.28] | Who writes the laws who enforces them |
[01:54.79] | Born to win, born to loose, born again |
[01:58.51] | Mortal men with an ego so fragile |
[02:00.93] | Reading as the meaning unravels |
[02:02.94] | Was it a bullet to the head or the words to the brain |
[02:06.70] | That brought about more change |
[02:49.43] | It' s been a long time since the toy guns and the acting bigger |
[02:52.60] | Active trigger now he a real action figure |
[02:54.92] | The military made it harder to decide |
[02:57.08] | A soldier and a poet now the poet guards his pride |
[02:59.55] | You see his views we see them on the evening news |
[03:02.62] | We read the words found hidden in his B. D. U.' s |
[03:05.40] | We loose sight with an eye for an eye |
[03:07.36] | Were the last words written on the night that he died |
[03:10.83] | In a book they gave to his son the day he turned 21 |
[03:14.61] | The day he learned of young men who have come to an end |
[03:17.93] | Of his father who held his gun but held harder to his pen |
[03:20.50] | A martyr born again every time his book was opened |
[03:22.42] | And the mind that provoked it |
[03:25.29] | Was it the words from his hands or the bullet from a gun |
[03:28.72] | That kept a man alive for his son |
ar: Mr. J Medeiros | |
ti: Billy The Kid | |
[00:25.53] | When he was young he use to play with toy guns |
[00:28.30] | He' d say it was for fun but really it was the feel of it |
[00:31.07] | He acted silly but Billy loved the appeal of it |
[00:32.68] | Though its just plastic his roles got drastic |
[00:34.14] | Sound effects would blow he' d black mask it |
[00:38.22] | Around his neck would glow that classic Rambo medallion |
[00:40.09] | He use to dream of Lambo' s, Italian Mafioso, Commando, battalions |
[00:44.37] | He would lead them through the dark of winter |
[00:49.00] | He would leave them when his mom had started dinner |
[00:51.77] | At the table with his bleeding elbows |
[00:53.18] | Even when eating he needed his G. I. Joe' s |
[00:56.56] | By his side guarding his pride |
[00:58.72] | A soldier or a poet it got harder to decide |
[01:02.34] | The fun ends as the evening unravels |
[01:04.78] | A young mans ego so fragile |
[01:26.98] | A now he' s hitting his teens still drifting in between |
[01:29.95] | Wanting to be a writer wanting to be a fighter |
[01:32.37] | He' s starting to wonder which was mightier |
[01:34.94] | And found one |
[01:36.86] | The difference between Martin and Malcolm |
[01:38.82] | He couldn' t see it in the outcome |
[01:40.64] | They didn' t live to see it |
[01:42.15] | Now how come |
[01:43.11] | Was the thought he saw the ones who fought |
[01:45.12] | He saw the ones who got caught in their cross fire |
[01:48.14] | His boss fired him and the cause |
[01:50.46] | He was reading Che Guevara instead of him parking cars |
[01:53.28] | Who writes the laws who enforces them |
[01:54.79] | Born to win, born to loose, born again |
[01:58.51] | Mortal men with an ego so fragile |
[02:00.93] | Reading as the meaning unravels |
[02:02.94] | Was it a bullet to the head or the words to the brain |
[02:06.70] | That brought about more change |
[02:49.43] | It' s been a long time since the toy guns and the acting bigger |
[02:52.60] | Active trigger now he a real action figure |
[02:54.92] | The military made it harder to decide |
[02:57.08] | A soldier and a poet now the poet guards his pride |
[02:59.55] | You see his views we see them on the evening news |
[03:02.62] | We read the words found hidden in his B. D. U.' s |
[03:05.40] | We loose sight with an eye for an eye |
[03:07.36] | Were the last words written on the night that he died |
[03:10.83] | In a book they gave to his son the day he turned 21 |
[03:14.61] | The day he learned of young men who have come to an end |
[03:17.93] | Of his father who held his gun but held harder to his pen |
[03:20.50] | A martyr born again every time his book was opened |
[03:22.42] | And the mind that provoked it |
[03:25.29] | Was it the words from his hands or the bullet from a gun |
[03:28.72] | That kept a man alive for his son |
[00:25.53] | 在他年轻的时候,他经常玩玩具枪 |
[00:28.30] | 他会说那是为了好玩,但实际上那是一种感觉 |
[00:31.07] | 他表现得很傻,但比利喜欢它的吸引力。 |
[00:32.68] | 虽然只是塑料,但他的角色却非常重要 |
[00:34.14] | 声音效果会让他戴上黑色面具 |
[00:38.22] | 他脖子上挂着的是典型的蓝波奖章 |
[00:40.09] | 他常常梦见兰博,意大利黑手党,突击队,军队 |
[00:44.37] | 他会带领他们穿越黑暗的冬天 |
[00:49.00] | 当他妈妈开始吃晚饭的时候,他会离开他们 |
[00:51.77] | 桌子上,他流血的胳膊肘 |
[00:53.18] | 即使在吃东西的时候,他也需要他的特种部队 |
[00:56.56] | 在他身边守护着他的骄傲 |
[00:58.72] | 一个士兵或一个诗人都很难做出决定 |
[01:02.34] | 当夜幕降临时,乐趣就结束了 |
[01:04.78] | 一个年轻人的自尊心是如此脆弱 |
[01:26.98] | 现在他正在打他的十几岁的孩子仍然在中间徘徊 |
[01:29.95] | 想成为一个想成为战士的作家 |
[01:32.37] | 他开始怀疑哪个更强大 |
[01:34.94] | 找到一个 |
[01:36.86] | 马丁和马尔科姆的区别 |
[01:38.82] | 他看不到结果 |
[01:40.64] | 他们活着不是为了看它 |
[01:42.15] | 现在怎么 |
[01:43.11] | 他看到的是那些战斗的人 |
[01:45.12] | 他看到那些被交叉火力击中的人 |
[01:48.14] | 他的老板解雇了他,没有原因 |
[01:50.46] | 他读的是切·格瓦拉的书,而不是他的车 |
[01:53.28] | 谁制定法律,谁执行法律 |
[01:54.79] | 生来就是为了赢,生来就是自由的,重生的 |
[01:58.51] | 自命不凡的凡人 |
[02:00.93] | 阅读是一种意义 |
[02:02.94] | 是子弹击中头部还是文字击中大脑 |
[02:06.70] | 这带来了更多的变化 |
[02:49.43] | 玩具枪和演戏的年代已经过去很久了 |
[02:52.60] | 现在他是一个真正的动作人物 |
[02:54.92] | 军队的力量使它更难作出决定 |
[02:57.08] | 一个士兵和一个诗人,诗人维护着他的骄傲 |
[02:59.55] | 你看他的观点,我们在晚间新闻上看到 |
[03:02.62] | 我们读了藏在他的b.d.u.里的单词 |
[03:05.40] | 我们以眼还眼 |
[03:07.36] | 是他死后的最后一句话 |
[03:10.83] | 在他21岁的那一天,他们送给儿子一本书 |
[03:14.61] | 他知道年轻人有走到尽头的一天 |
[03:17.93] | 他的父亲拿着他的枪,却紧紧地握着他的笔 |
[03:20.50] | 每次他的书被打开,烈士都会重生 |
[03:22.42] | 激起它的心灵 |
[03:25.29] | 是他手上的字,还是枪上的子弹 |
[03:28.72] | 这让他的儿子活了下来 |