歌曲 | Los Pescadores |
歌手 | Buffy Sainte-Marie |
专辑 | Many a Mile |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Sainte-Marie | |
My feet, they are naked, my hands on my hips | |
My eyes to the ocean and open my lips | |
Eeeee-aaaaa ooooh los pescadores | |
They come with a crash on the crest of a roar | |
And they're out of their boats and they're on to the shore | |
Eeeee-aaaaa ooooh los pescadores | |
And they wrench with the rain and they strain with the rope | |
They dig I the sand and they bend to the smoke | |
Eeeee-aaaaa ooooh los pescadores | |
And the weight of the men and the sound of the sea | |
The hardness of them and the softness of me | |
Eeeee-aaaaa ooooh los pescadores | |
And I'll stand with the fishermen, silent and gay | |
I'll eat of the sun and I'll drink of the spray | |
Eeeee-aaaaa ooooh los pescadores | |
Eeeee-aaaaa ooooh los pescadores |
zuo ci : SainteMarie | |
My feet, they are naked, my hands on my hips | |
My eyes to the ocean and open my lips | |
Eeeeeaaaaa ooooh los pescadores | |
They come with a crash on the crest of a roar | |
And they' re out of their boats and they' re on to the shore | |
Eeeeeaaaaa ooooh los pescadores | |
And they wrench with the rain and they strain with the rope | |
They dig I the sand and they bend to the smoke | |
Eeeeeaaaaa ooooh los pescadores | |
And the weight of the men and the sound of the sea | |
The hardness of them and the softness of me | |
Eeeeeaaaaa ooooh los pescadores | |
And I' ll stand with the fishermen, silent and gay | |
I' ll eat of the sun and I' ll drink of the spray | |
Eeeeeaaaaa ooooh los pescadores | |
Eeeeeaaaaa ooooh los pescadores |
zuò cí : SainteMarie | |
My feet, they are naked, my hands on my hips | |
My eyes to the ocean and open my lips | |
Eeeeeaaaaa ooooh los pescadores | |
They come with a crash on the crest of a roar | |
And they' re out of their boats and they' re on to the shore | |
Eeeeeaaaaa ooooh los pescadores | |
And they wrench with the rain and they strain with the rope | |
They dig I the sand and they bend to the smoke | |
Eeeeeaaaaa ooooh los pescadores | |
And the weight of the men and the sound of the sea | |
The hardness of them and the softness of me | |
Eeeeeaaaaa ooooh los pescadores | |
And I' ll stand with the fishermen, silent and gay | |
I' ll eat of the sun and I' ll drink of the spray | |
Eeeeeaaaaa ooooh los pescadores | |
Eeeeeaaaaa ooooh los pescadores |