歌曲 | His Hands |
歌手 | Janis Ian |
专辑 | Breaking Silence |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Ian | |
His hands were made of lightning | |
His fingers were the wind | |
They reached into my heart | |
And let me love again | |
His touch was made for pleasure | |
So good it seemed a sin | |
Stroking my soul, keeping me whole | |
Till I gave myself to him | |
His hands, they never hit me sober | |
His hands, they never marked my face | |
I would rather be blind | |
Than see him treat me that way | |
I would rather be deaf | |
Than hear that sound like a pistol cracking | |
As the spirit breaks | |
And loves comes tumbling down | |
He learned it from his father | |
And from his father's wife | |
He learned from the preacher | |
Who told her they were married for life | |
And if I'd had his children | |
They might have learned from me | |
I finally ran when I saw that his hands | |
Would sign that legacy | |
He said, "I've broken stallions | |
I've broken mares too | |
Given time, and the right frame of mind | |
I swear, I'll break you" | |
So, come on you pretty women | |
Who think that you're too smart | |
And learn from one who loved a damaged heart | |
There are some things you can gamble | |
There are some things you can change | |
But you can't change a man with the law in his hand | |
It's like trying to drown the rain | |
His hands, would never hit me sober | |
His hands, would never mark my face | |
They would rather be blind | |
Then to treat me that way | |
They would rather be deaf | |
Than to hear that sound like a pistol cracking | |
As the spirit breaks | |
And love comes tumblin' down | |
Tumblin' down, tumblin' down |
zuo ci : Ian | |
His hands were made of lightning | |
His fingers were the wind | |
They reached into my heart | |
And let me love again | |
His touch was made for pleasure | |
So good it seemed a sin | |
Stroking my soul, keeping me whole | |
Till I gave myself to him | |
His hands, they never hit me sober | |
His hands, they never marked my face | |
I would rather be blind | |
Than see him treat me that way | |
I would rather be deaf | |
Than hear that sound like a pistol cracking | |
As the spirit breaks | |
And loves comes tumbling down | |
He learned it from his father | |
And from his father' s wife | |
He learned from the preacher | |
Who told her they were married for life | |
And if I' d had his children | |
They might have learned from me | |
I finally ran when I saw that his hands | |
Would sign that legacy | |
He said, " I' ve broken stallions | |
I' ve broken mares too | |
Given time, and the right frame of mind | |
I swear, I' ll break you" | |
So, come on you pretty women | |
Who think that you' re too smart | |
And learn from one who loved a damaged heart | |
There are some things you can gamble | |
There are some things you can change | |
But you can' t change a man with the law in his hand | |
It' s like trying to drown the rain | |
His hands, would never hit me sober | |
His hands, would never mark my face | |
They would rather be blind | |
Then to treat me that way | |
They would rather be deaf | |
Than to hear that sound like a pistol cracking | |
As the spirit breaks | |
And love comes tumblin' down | |
Tumblin' down, tumblin' down |
zuò cí : Ian | |
His hands were made of lightning | |
His fingers were the wind | |
They reached into my heart | |
And let me love again | |
His touch was made for pleasure | |
So good it seemed a sin | |
Stroking my soul, keeping me whole | |
Till I gave myself to him | |
His hands, they never hit me sober | |
His hands, they never marked my face | |
I would rather be blind | |
Than see him treat me that way | |
I would rather be deaf | |
Than hear that sound like a pistol cracking | |
As the spirit breaks | |
And loves comes tumbling down | |
He learned it from his father | |
And from his father' s wife | |
He learned from the preacher | |
Who told her they were married for life | |
And if I' d had his children | |
They might have learned from me | |
I finally ran when I saw that his hands | |
Would sign that legacy | |
He said, " I' ve broken stallions | |
I' ve broken mares too | |
Given time, and the right frame of mind | |
I swear, I' ll break you" | |
So, come on you pretty women | |
Who think that you' re too smart | |
And learn from one who loved a damaged heart | |
There are some things you can gamble | |
There are some things you can change | |
But you can' t change a man with the law in his hand | |
It' s like trying to drown the rain | |
His hands, would never hit me sober | |
His hands, would never mark my face | |
They would rather be blind | |
Then to treat me that way | |
They would rather be deaf | |
Than to hear that sound like a pistol cracking | |
As the spirit breaks | |
And love comes tumblin' down | |
Tumblin' down, tumblin' down |