歌曲 | The King Who Sold His Own |
歌手 | Chris Rea |
专辑 | Chris Rea - Blue Guitars |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
One thousand stories, one thousand years | |
Each song it goes from hand to hand | |
They tell of kings, they sing of war | |
And the news of far off distant lands | |
They sing of how the blues came to be | |
Their own king sold them into slavery | |
The sad chords melt | |
Where the sadness came to be | |
When their own king sold them | |
Into slavery | |
One thousand stories, one thousand years | |
The truth of guilt and shame | |
But a king who sold his people out | |
To a world of whips and chains | |
The sound of pain the smell of fear | |
A treason born in hell | |
The king who sold his people out | |
It's a song they know so well | |
Cross the music, as you cross the sea | |
Cross your loved ones broken bones | |
Cos forever never to be free | |
Oh the king who sold his own … | |
Oh the king who sold his own … |
One thousand stories, one thousand years | |
Each song it goes from hand to hand | |
They tell of kings, they sing of war | |
And the news of far off distant lands | |
They sing of how the blues came to be | |
Their own king sold them into slavery | |
The sad chords melt | |
Where the sadness came to be | |
When their own king sold them | |
Into slavery | |
One thousand stories, one thousand years | |
The truth of guilt and shame | |
But a king who sold his people out | |
To a world of whips and chains | |
The sound of pain the smell of fear | |
A treason born in hell | |
The king who sold his people out | |
It' s a song they know so well | |
Cross the music, as you cross the sea | |
Cross your loved ones broken bones | |
Cos forever never to be free | |
Oh the king who sold his own | |
Oh the king who sold his own |
One thousand stories, one thousand years | |
Each song it goes from hand to hand | |
They tell of kings, they sing of war | |
And the news of far off distant lands | |
They sing of how the blues came to be | |
Their own king sold them into slavery | |
The sad chords melt | |
Where the sadness came to be | |
When their own king sold them | |
Into slavery | |
One thousand stories, one thousand years | |
The truth of guilt and shame | |
But a king who sold his people out | |
To a world of whips and chains | |
The sound of pain the smell of fear | |
A treason born in hell | |
The king who sold his people out | |
It' s a song they know so well | |
Cross the music, as you cross the sea | |
Cross your loved ones broken bones | |
Cos forever never to be free | |
Oh the king who sold his own | |
Oh the king who sold his own |