歌曲 | It Serves Me Right to Suffer |
歌手 | John Lee Hooker |
专辑 | Hooked on Blues |
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作曲 : JOHN LEE HOOKER | |
作词 : JOHN LEE HOOKER | |
JOHN LEE HOOKER | |
It serves me right to suffer | |
It serves me right to be alone | |
It serves me right to suffer | |
It serves me right to be alone | |
You see I'm living in the memory | |
Of a day that has passed and gone | |
Everytime i see a woman | |
You know it makes me think about mine | |
Everytime i see a woman | |
You know it makes me think about mine | |
You see I'm living in the memory | |
Of a woman I've left behind | |
It serves me right to suffer | |
It serves me right to be alone | |
It serves me right to suffer | |
It serves me right to be alone | |
Now I'm living in the memory | |
Of a woman that has passed and gone |
zuo qu : JOHN LEE HOOKER | |
zuo ci : JOHN LEE HOOKER | |
JOHN LEE HOOKER | |
It serves me right to suffer | |
It serves me right to be alone | |
It serves me right to suffer | |
It serves me right to be alone | |
You see I' m living in the memory | |
Of a day that has passed and gone | |
Everytime i see a woman | |
You know it makes me think about mine | |
Everytime i see a woman | |
You know it makes me think about mine | |
You see I' m living in the memory | |
Of a woman I' ve left behind | |
It serves me right to suffer | |
It serves me right to be alone | |
It serves me right to suffer | |
It serves me right to be alone | |
Now I' m living in the memory | |
Of a woman that has passed and gone |
zuò qǔ : JOHN LEE HOOKER | |
zuò cí : JOHN LEE HOOKER | |
JOHN LEE HOOKER | |
It serves me right to suffer | |
It serves me right to be alone | |
It serves me right to suffer | |
It serves me right to be alone | |
You see I' m living in the memory | |
Of a day that has passed and gone | |
Everytime i see a woman | |
You know it makes me think about mine | |
Everytime i see a woman | |
You know it makes me think about mine | |
You see I' m living in the memory | |
Of a woman I' ve left behind | |
It serves me right to suffer | |
It serves me right to be alone | |
It serves me right to suffer | |
It serves me right to be alone | |
Now I' m living in the memory | |
Of a woman that has passed and gone |