Guns Are the Tongues 歌词

歌曲	Guns Are the Tongues
歌手	Richard Thompson
专辑	Sweet Warrior
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	作词 : Thompson
	Carrie ran a murderous crew
	Dedicated through and through
	And the chance to provethey never squandered
	And they liked to kill so clean
	Save the innocent, kill the mean
	But from time to time,a bullet wandered
	Carrie kept her souvenirs
	Kept her scrapbook down the years
	Of her brave boys, how she cried to read it
	And a few fell by the way
	Or lost the stomach for the fray
	So young blood was always needed
	Carrie noticed him right away
	The way his whole body would sway
	Like a trawler boy
	Finding his legs ashore
	They said he was just nineteen
	A head case but his record was clean
	Just the kind
	They were looking for
	Carrie watched him through the crack
	As they teased him behind his back
	They called him
	Little Joe'
	Cos he scraped the ceiling
	And when he was the worse for wear
	She took him up the stair
	And soon he fell
	For her brand of healing
	She said,
	I'll lie like a rose on your pillow
	Let me twine the laurel in your hair
	I want to smell my love on your fingers
	If you want to be mine,
	Little Joe
	You must harden your mind,
	Little Joe
	We've got to fight for what is ours
	Bring peace to the grave of my brother
	Bring peace to the grave of my father
	Dry the old eyes of my mother
	Little Joe
	There's a roadblock down the way
	Thick with soldiers night and day
	They'll hear the noise
	All the way to
	GlengarryIf you show you've got the stuff
	That you're sworn and brave enough
	Then you'll stand tall
	In the eyes of your
	CarrieAnd
	I will lie like a rose on your pillow
	And I'll twine the laurel in your hair
	I want to smell revenge on your fingers
	Guns are the
	Tongues, Little
	JoeThe only words we know
	The only sound that'll reach their ears
	Bring peace to the grave of my brother
	Bring peace to the grave of my father
	Dry the old eyes of my mother
	Little Joe
	Now Little
	Joe would've jumped clear
	But for the awful fear
	Of scraping his knees there on the gravel
	The car was a rolling bomb
	Blew all to
	Kingdom Come
	They marvelled how far
	His boots had travelled
	Another hero snatched from my pillow
	I used to twine the laurel in his hair
	I want to smell sacrifice on my fingers
	Guns are the
	Tongues, Little
	JoeThe only words we know
	The only sound that'll reach their ears
	Bring peace to the grave of my brother
	Bring peace to the grave of my father
	Dry the old eyes of my mother
	Little Joe

	zuo ci : Thompson
	Carrie ran a murderous crew
	Dedicated through and through
	And the chance to provethey never squandered
	And they liked to kill so clean
	Save the innocent, kill the mean
	But from time to time, a bullet wandered
	Carrie kept her souvenirs
	Kept her scrapbook down the years
	Of her brave boys, how she cried to read it
	And a few fell by the way
	Or lost the stomach for the fray
	So young blood was always needed
	Carrie noticed him right away
	The way his whole body would sway
	Like a trawler boy
	Finding his legs ashore
	They said he was just nineteen
	A head case but his record was clean
	Just the kind
	They were looking for
	Carrie watched him through the crack
	As they teased him behind his back
	They called him
	Little Joe'
	Cos he scraped the ceiling
	And when he was the worse for wear
	She took him up the stair
	And soon he fell
	For her brand of healing
	She said,
	I' ll lie like a rose on your pillow
	Let me twine the laurel in your hair
	I want to smell my love on your fingers
	If you want to be mine,
	Little Joe
	You must harden your mind,
	Little Joe
	We' ve got to fight for what is ours
	Bring peace to the grave of my brother
	Bring peace to the grave of my father
	Dry the old eyes of my mother
	Little Joe
	There' s a roadblock down the way
	Thick with soldiers night and day
	They' ll hear the noise
	All the way to
	GlengarryIf you show you' ve got the stuff
	That you' re sworn and brave enough
	Then you' ll stand tall
	In the eyes of your
	CarrieAnd
	I will lie like a rose on your pillow
	And I' ll twine the laurel in your hair
	I want to smell revenge on your fingers
	Guns are the
	Tongues, Little
	JoeThe only words we know
	The only sound that' ll reach their ears
	Bring peace to the grave of my brother
	Bring peace to the grave of my father
	Dry the old eyes of my mother
	Little Joe
	Now Little
	Joe would' ve jumped clear
	But for the awful fear
	Of scraping his knees there on the gravel
	The car was a rolling bomb
	Blew all to
	Kingdom Come
	They marvelled how far
	His boots had travelled
	Another hero snatched from my pillow
	I used to twine the laurel in his hair
	I want to smell sacrifice on my fingers
	Guns are the
	Tongues, Little
	JoeThe only words we know
	The only sound that' ll reach their ears
	Bring peace to the grave of my brother
	Bring peace to the grave of my father
	Dry the old eyes of my mother
	Little Joe

	zuò cí : Thompson
	Carrie ran a murderous crew
	Dedicated through and through
	And the chance to provethey never squandered
	And they liked to kill so clean
	Save the innocent, kill the mean
	But from time to time, a bullet wandered
	Carrie kept her souvenirs
	Kept her scrapbook down the years
	Of her brave boys, how she cried to read it
	And a few fell by the way
	Or lost the stomach for the fray
	So young blood was always needed
	Carrie noticed him right away
	The way his whole body would sway
	Like a trawler boy
	Finding his legs ashore
	They said he was just nineteen
	A head case but his record was clean
	Just the kind
	They were looking for
	Carrie watched him through the crack
	As they teased him behind his back
	They called him
	Little Joe'
	Cos he scraped the ceiling
	And when he was the worse for wear
	She took him up the stair
	And soon he fell
	For her brand of healing
	She said,
	I' ll lie like a rose on your pillow
	Let me twine the laurel in your hair
	I want to smell my love on your fingers
	If you want to be mine,
	Little Joe
	You must harden your mind,
	Little Joe
	We' ve got to fight for what is ours
	Bring peace to the grave of my brother
	Bring peace to the grave of my father
	Dry the old eyes of my mother
	Little Joe
	There' s a roadblock down the way
	Thick with soldiers night and day
	They' ll hear the noise
	All the way to
	GlengarryIf you show you' ve got the stuff
	That you' re sworn and brave enough
	Then you' ll stand tall
	In the eyes of your
	CarrieAnd
	I will lie like a rose on your pillow
	And I' ll twine the laurel in your hair
	I want to smell revenge on your fingers
	Guns are the
	Tongues, Little
	JoeThe only words we know
	The only sound that' ll reach their ears
	Bring peace to the grave of my brother
	Bring peace to the grave of my father
	Dry the old eyes of my mother
	Little Joe
	Now Little
	Joe would' ve jumped clear
	But for the awful fear
	Of scraping his knees there on the gravel
	The car was a rolling bomb
	Blew all to
	Kingdom Come
	They marvelled how far
	His boots had travelled
	Another hero snatched from my pillow
	I used to twine the laurel in his hair
	I want to smell sacrifice on my fingers
	Guns are the
	Tongues, Little
	JoeThe only words we know
	The only sound that' ll reach their ears
	Bring peace to the grave of my brother
	Bring peace to the grave of my father
	Dry the old eyes of my mother
	Little Joe

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