歌曲 | A Church is Burning |
歌手 | Paul Simon |
专辑 | The Paul Simon Songbook |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Simon | |
A church is burning | |
the flames rise higher | |
like hands that are praying | |
a glow in the sky | |
Like hands that are praying | |
the fire is saying, | |
"You can burn down my churches | |
but I shall be free." | |
Three hooded men thru the backroads did creep | |
Torches in their hands while | |
the village lies a-sleep | |
Down to the church where | |
just hours before | |
voices were singing and | |
hands were beating and | |
saying I won't be a slave any-more. | |
And a church is burning | |
the flames rise higher | |
like hands that are praying | |
a glow in the sky | |
Like hands that are praying | |
the fire is saying | |
"You can burn down my churches | |
but I shall be free." | |
Three hooded men, their hands lit the spark | |
Then they faded in the night | |
and they vanished in the dark | |
And in the cool light of morning | |
there's nothing that re-mains | |
But the ashes of a bible and | |
a can of kero-sene | |
And a church is burning | |
the flames rise higher | |
like hands that are praying | |
a glow in the sky | |
Like hands that are praying | |
the fire is saying, | |
"You can burn down my churches | |
but I shall be free." | |
A church is more than just timber and stone | |
And freedom is a dark road | |
When you're walking it alone | |
But the future is now | |
and it's time to take a stand | |
So the lost bells of freedom | |
can ring out in my land | |
And a church is burning | |
the flames rise higher | |
like hands that are praying | |
a glow in the sky | |
Like hands that are praying | |
the fire is saying, | |
"You can burn down my churches | |
but I - I - I - I shall be free." | |
Raziel_P |
zuo ci : Simon | |
A church is burning | |
the flames rise higher | |
like hands that are praying | |
a glow in the sky | |
Like hands that are praying | |
the fire is saying, | |
" You can burn down my churches | |
but I shall be free." | |
Three hooded men thru the backroads did creep | |
Torches in their hands while | |
the village lies asleep | |
Down to the church where | |
just hours before | |
voices were singing and | |
hands were beating and | |
saying I won' t be a slave anymore. | |
And a church is burning | |
the flames rise higher | |
like hands that are praying | |
a glow in the sky | |
Like hands that are praying | |
the fire is saying | |
" You can burn down my churches | |
but I shall be free." | |
Three hooded men, their hands lit the spark | |
Then they faded in the night | |
and they vanished in the dark | |
And in the cool light of morning | |
there' s nothing that remains | |
But the ashes of a bible and | |
a can of kerosene | |
And a church is burning | |
the flames rise higher | |
like hands that are praying | |
a glow in the sky | |
Like hands that are praying | |
the fire is saying, | |
" You can burn down my churches | |
but I shall be free." | |
A church is more than just timber and stone | |
And freedom is a dark road | |
When you' re walking it alone | |
But the future is now | |
and it' s time to take a stand | |
So the lost bells of freedom | |
can ring out in my land | |
And a church is burning | |
the flames rise higher | |
like hands that are praying | |
a glow in the sky | |
Like hands that are praying | |
the fire is saying, | |
" You can burn down my churches | |
but I I I I shall be free." | |
Raziel_P |
zuò cí : Simon | |
A church is burning | |
the flames rise higher | |
like hands that are praying | |
a glow in the sky | |
Like hands that are praying | |
the fire is saying, | |
" You can burn down my churches | |
but I shall be free." | |
Three hooded men thru the backroads did creep | |
Torches in their hands while | |
the village lies asleep | |
Down to the church where | |
just hours before | |
voices were singing and | |
hands were beating and | |
saying I won' t be a slave anymore. | |
And a church is burning | |
the flames rise higher | |
like hands that are praying | |
a glow in the sky | |
Like hands that are praying | |
the fire is saying | |
" You can burn down my churches | |
but I shall be free." | |
Three hooded men, their hands lit the spark | |
Then they faded in the night | |
and they vanished in the dark | |
And in the cool light of morning | |
there' s nothing that remains | |
But the ashes of a bible and | |
a can of kerosene | |
And a church is burning | |
the flames rise higher | |
like hands that are praying | |
a glow in the sky | |
Like hands that are praying | |
the fire is saying, | |
" You can burn down my churches | |
but I shall be free." | |
A church is more than just timber and stone | |
And freedom is a dark road | |
When you' re walking it alone | |
But the future is now | |
and it' s time to take a stand | |
So the lost bells of freedom | |
can ring out in my land | |
And a church is burning | |
the flames rise higher | |
like hands that are praying | |
a glow in the sky | |
Like hands that are praying | |
the fire is saying, | |
" You can burn down my churches | |
but I I I I shall be free." | |
Raziel_P |