Cardinal Brigade 歌词

	作曲 : Woodward
	On the terrace, by the flower bed he waits
	The purple berries, extending down into the gates
	And from the garden, he gives a sign and it begins
	A crimson army, it floods the sky with feathers flailing
	Step back, and cover your wings
	And shuffle your body in circles
	Downtown, this sweet serenade
	Call in the cardinal brigade
	The trembled whistle, it calls the messenger around
	The fields of thistle, overflowing on the ground
	A quiet rustle, the dry leaf crackle on the grass
	And from the bustle is heard the cracking of the glass
	[Chorus]

	zuo qu : Woodward
	On the terrace, by the flower bed he waits
	The purple berries, extending down into the gates
	And from the garden, he gives a sign and it begins
	A crimson army, it floods the sky with feathers flailing
	Step back, and cover your wings
	And shuffle your body in circles
	Downtown, this sweet serenade
	Call in the cardinal brigade
	The trembled whistle, it calls the messenger around
	The fields of thistle, overflowing on the ground
	A quiet rustle, the dry leaf crackle on the grass
	And from the bustle is heard the cracking of the glass
	Chorus

	zuò qǔ : Woodward
	On the terrace, by the flower bed he waits
	The purple berries, extending down into the gates
	And from the garden, he gives a sign and it begins
	A crimson army, it floods the sky with feathers flailing
	Step back, and cover your wings
	And shuffle your body in circles
	Downtown, this sweet serenade
	Call in the cardinal brigade
	The trembled whistle, it calls the messenger around
	The fields of thistle, overflowing on the ground
	A quiet rustle, the dry leaf crackle on the grass
	And from the bustle is heard the cracking of the glass
	Chorus

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