歌曲 | The Velvet Voices |
歌手 | Townes Van Zandt |
专辑 | For the Sake of the Song: First Album |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : VanZandt | |
I'll play upon my violin | |
Until the mountains ring | |
Of lonely laughter blindly thrown | |
Across an endless arc of strings | |
And the skies are sad | |
They're dancin' to a silent symphony | |
And the velvet voices all shall join | |
The singing | |
The hall is filled to every corner | |
By a tinkling hint of chimes | |
A melody careens and crumbles | |
Leaving just a trace behind | |
A rhythm ??? faintly fails | |
The silver on it's wings | |
And the velvet voices all shall join | |
The singing | |
The cymbals flash, the drums they crash | |
The trumpets rise to song | |
The brass baton plucks bits diamonds | |
From a glittering wall of almost dawn | |
The crystal chords they slash the wind | |
In humble majesty | |
And the velvet voices all shall join | |
The singing |
zuo ci : VanZandt | |
I' ll play upon my violin | |
Until the mountains ring | |
Of lonely laughter blindly thrown | |
Across an endless arc of strings | |
And the skies are sad | |
They' re dancin' to a silent symphony | |
And the velvet voices all shall join | |
The singing | |
The hall is filled to every corner | |
By a tinkling hint of chimes | |
A melody careens and crumbles | |
Leaving just a trace behind | |
A rhythm nbsp??? faintly fails | |
The silver on it' s wings | |
And the velvet voices all shall join | |
The singing | |
The cymbals flash, the drums they crash | |
The trumpets rise to song | |
The brass baton plucks bits diamonds | |
From a glittering wall of almost dawn | |
The crystal chords they slash the wind | |
In humble majesty | |
And the velvet voices all shall join | |
The singing |
zuò cí : VanZandt | |
I' ll play upon my violin | |
Until the mountains ring | |
Of lonely laughter blindly thrown | |
Across an endless arc of strings | |
And the skies are sad | |
They' re dancin' to a silent symphony | |
And the velvet voices all shall join | |
The singing | |
The hall is filled to every corner | |
By a tinkling hint of chimes | |
A melody careens and crumbles | |
Leaving just a trace behind | |
A rhythm nbsp??? faintly fails | |
The silver on it' s wings | |
And the velvet voices all shall join | |
The singing | |
The cymbals flash, the drums they crash | |
The trumpets rise to song | |
The brass baton plucks bits diamonds | |
From a glittering wall of almost dawn | |
The crystal chords they slash the wind | |
In humble majesty | |
And the velvet voices all shall join | |
The singing |