The Falkland Suite: Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night 歌词
| 歌曲 | The Falkland Suite: Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night |
| 歌手 | John Cale |
| 专辑 | Words for the Dying |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Cale, Eno, Thomas | |
| Do not go gentle into that good night | |
| Old age should burn and rave at close of day | |
| Rage, rage against the dying of the light | |
| Though wise men at their end know dark is right | |
| Because their words had forked no lightning they | |
| Do not go gentle into that good night | |
| Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright | |
| Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay | |
| Rage, rage against the dying of the light | |
| Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight | |
| And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way | |
| Do not go gentle into that good night | |
| Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight | |
| Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay | |
| Rage, rage against the dying of the light | |
| And you, my father, there on the sad height | |
| Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray | |
| Do not go gentle into that good night | |
| Rage, rage against the dying of the light |
| zuo ci : Cale, Eno, Thomas | |
| Do not go gentle into that good night | |
| Old age should burn and rave at close of day | |
| Rage, rage against the dying of the light | |
| Though wise men at their end know dark is right | |
| Because their words had forked no lightning they | |
| Do not go gentle into that good night | |
| Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright | |
| Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay | |
| Rage, rage against the dying of the light | |
| Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight | |
| And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way | |
| Do not go gentle into that good night | |
| Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight | |
| Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay | |
| Rage, rage against the dying of the light | |
| And you, my father, there on the sad height | |
| Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray | |
| Do not go gentle into that good night | |
| Rage, rage against the dying of the light |
| zuò cí : Cale, Eno, Thomas | |
| Do not go gentle into that good night | |
| Old age should burn and rave at close of day | |
| Rage, rage against the dying of the light | |
| Though wise men at their end know dark is right | |
| Because their words had forked no lightning they | |
| Do not go gentle into that good night | |
| Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright | |
| Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay | |
| Rage, rage against the dying of the light | |
| Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight | |
| And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way | |
| Do not go gentle into that good night | |
| Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight | |
| Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay | |
| Rage, rage against the dying of the light | |
| And you, my father, there on the sad height | |
| Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray | |
| Do not go gentle into that good night | |
| Rage, rage against the dying of the light |
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