歌曲 | It's Not for Me |
歌手 | Dougie MacLean |
专辑 | Inside the Thunder |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Dougie MacLean | |
作词 : Dougie MacLean | |
It was one summer morning when an old friend called in | |
He said I’m going to build a big house for all the little children | |
And I’ve sold all I had because of things I have seen | |
It’s just the good and the bad, nothing in between | |
And it’s not for me | |
That I’m trying to say what I mean | |
It’s not for me that I’m changing | |
the way I have been | |
It’s not for me that believing | |
flies into the light | |
I will follow her flight | |
Oh the media saints with their journalist jibe | |
And their broadcasting taints almost the whole of our lives | |
And the story will break and as it’s spun into view | |
The sacrifice that we make trades the false with the true |
zuo qu : Dougie MacLean | |
zuo ci : Dougie MacLean | |
It was one summer morning when an old friend called in | |
He said I' m going to build a big house for all the little children | |
And I' ve sold all I had because of things I have seen | |
It' s just the good and the bad, nothing in between | |
And it' s not for me | |
That I' m trying to say what I mean | |
It' s not for me that I' m changing | |
the way I have been | |
It' s not for me that believing | |
flies into the light | |
I will follow her flight | |
Oh the media saints with their journalist jibe | |
And their broadcasting taints almost the whole of our lives | |
And the story will break and as it' s spun into view | |
The sacrifice that we make trades the false with the true |
zuò qǔ : Dougie MacLean | |
zuò cí : Dougie MacLean | |
It was one summer morning when an old friend called in | |
He said I' m going to build a big house for all the little children | |
And I' ve sold all I had because of things I have seen | |
It' s just the good and the bad, nothing in between | |
And it' s not for me | |
That I' m trying to say what I mean | |
It' s not for me that I' m changing | |
the way I have been | |
It' s not for me that believing | |
flies into the light | |
I will follow her flight | |
Oh the media saints with their journalist jibe | |
And their broadcasting taints almost the whole of our lives | |
And the story will break and as it' s spun into view | |
The sacrifice that we make trades the false with the true |