Before the Eyes of Storytelling Girls 歌词

歌曲	Before the Eyes of Storytelling Girls
歌手	Anaïs Mitchell
专辑	Hymns for the Exiled
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	作曲 : Mitchell
	I could tell you stories like the government tells lies
	Oh, but no one listens any more
	In the rooms the women come and go
	Talking on the mobile phones
	And the television talks about the war
	When I was a baby there was laughter in my house
	And my daddy smoked domestic cigarettes
	Thursday nights on the radio live in concert
	Live from Cairo, mother of Egypt
	Mama, mama
	Be with me
	With the music in your breast
	In your glittering evening dress
	And the white flag in your fist trembling
	I could tell you stories like the past was dead and gone
	But I know nothing changes in this world
	Every day the muezzin calls
	Sun comes up and Baghdad falls
	Before the eyes of storytelling girls
	She was just a poor man's daughter
	Going down into the sultan's bed
	He was desert, she was a water
	And he remembered every word she said
	She said and I say
	Grandma, grandma
	Be with me
	In your tragic wedding gown
	With your long hair hanging down
	And the stories tumbling out
	Tumbling
	I could tell you stories like the government tells lies
	Oh, but no one listens any more
	In the rooms the women come and go
	Talking on the mobile phones
	And the television talks about the war
	About the war
	And the television talks about the war

	zuo qu : Mitchell
	I could tell you stories like the government tells lies
	Oh, but no one listens any more
	In the rooms the women come and go
	Talking on the mobile phones
	And the television talks about the war
	When I was a baby there was laughter in my house
	And my daddy smoked domestic cigarettes
	Thursday nights on the radio live in concert
	Live from Cairo, mother of Egypt
	Mama, mama
	Be with me
	With the music in your breast
	In your glittering evening dress
	And the white flag in your fist trembling
	I could tell you stories like the past was dead and gone
	But I know nothing changes in this world
	Every day the muezzin calls
	Sun comes up and Baghdad falls
	Before the eyes of storytelling girls
	She was just a poor man' s daughter
	Going down into the sultan' s bed
	He was desert, she was a water
	And he remembered every word she said
	She said and I say
	Grandma, grandma
	Be with me
	In your tragic wedding gown
	With your long hair hanging down
	And the stories tumbling out
	Tumbling
	I could tell you stories like the government tells lies
	Oh, but no one listens any more
	In the rooms the women come and go
	Talking on the mobile phones
	And the television talks about the war
	About the war
	And the television talks about the war

	zuò qǔ : Mitchell
	I could tell you stories like the government tells lies
	Oh, but no one listens any more
	In the rooms the women come and go
	Talking on the mobile phones
	And the television talks about the war
	When I was a baby there was laughter in my house
	And my daddy smoked domestic cigarettes
	Thursday nights on the radio live in concert
	Live from Cairo, mother of Egypt
	Mama, mama
	Be with me
	With the music in your breast
	In your glittering evening dress
	And the white flag in your fist trembling
	I could tell you stories like the past was dead and gone
	But I know nothing changes in this world
	Every day the muezzin calls
	Sun comes up and Baghdad falls
	Before the eyes of storytelling girls
	She was just a poor man' s daughter
	Going down into the sultan' s bed
	He was desert, she was a water
	And he remembered every word she said
	She said and I say
	Grandma, grandma
	Be with me
	In your tragic wedding gown
	With your long hair hanging down
	And the stories tumbling out
	Tumbling
	I could tell you stories like the government tells lies
	Oh, but no one listens any more
	In the rooms the women come and go
	Talking on the mobile phones
	And the television talks about the war
	About the war
	And the television talks about the war

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