歌曲 | Joe Porterhouse |
歌手 | Elvis Costello & the Attractions |
专辑 | Goodbye Cruel World |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Costello | |
The children sit upon the stairs | |
High above a valley of tears | |
Don't let them see you crying that way oh no | |
Oh no Joe Porterhouse | |
Is not gone forever | |
He'll be back another day | |
Don't let them see you crying that way | |
Please don't wake him let him sleep | |
It's a moment she can keep | |
Like an old bus ticket or a photograph | |
Resting on the mantlepiece | |
While for the wicked there is no peace | |
She says it's not his time to go | |
Why we were nearly lovers years ago | |
Now what is left for me | |
Among the broken branches of the family tree | |
Heart like an anchor | |
Arms like cable | |
He stood all alone on an iron turntable | |
Don't let them see you crying that way oh no | |
The sun beats down | |
It's cracking the flags | |
Boys who should know better | |
Are stamping out fags | |
Don't let them see you laughing that way | |
Please don't wake him let him sleep | |
It's a moment she can keep | |
Like an old bus ticket or a photograph | |
Resting on the mantlepiece | |
While for the wicked there is no peace | |
She says it's not his time to go | |
Why we were nearly lovers years ago | |
Now what is left for me | |
Among the broken branches of the family tree | |
Oh no Joe Porterhouse | |
Is not gone forever | |
He'll be back another day | |
Don't let them see you crying that way |
zuo qu : Costello | |
The children sit upon the stairs | |
High above a valley of tears | |
Don' t let them see you crying that way oh no | |
Oh no Joe Porterhouse | |
Is not gone forever | |
He' ll be back another day | |
Don' t let them see you crying that way | |
Please don' t wake him let him sleep | |
It' s a moment she can keep | |
Like an old bus ticket or a photograph | |
Resting on the mantlepiece | |
While for the wicked there is no peace | |
She says it' s not his time to go | |
Why we were nearly lovers years ago | |
Now what is left for me | |
Among the broken branches of the family tree | |
Heart like an anchor | |
Arms like cable | |
He stood all alone on an iron turntable | |
Don' t let them see you crying that way oh no | |
The sun beats down | |
It' s cracking the flags | |
Boys who should know better | |
Are stamping out fags | |
Don' t let them see you laughing that way | |
Please don' t wake him let him sleep | |
It' s a moment she can keep | |
Like an old bus ticket or a photograph | |
Resting on the mantlepiece | |
While for the wicked there is no peace | |
She says it' s not his time to go | |
Why we were nearly lovers years ago | |
Now what is left for me | |
Among the broken branches of the family tree | |
Oh no Joe Porterhouse | |
Is not gone forever | |
He' ll be back another day | |
Don' t let them see you crying that way |
zuò qǔ : Costello | |
The children sit upon the stairs | |
High above a valley of tears | |
Don' t let them see you crying that way oh no | |
Oh no Joe Porterhouse | |
Is not gone forever | |
He' ll be back another day | |
Don' t let them see you crying that way | |
Please don' t wake him let him sleep | |
It' s a moment she can keep | |
Like an old bus ticket or a photograph | |
Resting on the mantlepiece | |
While for the wicked there is no peace | |
She says it' s not his time to go | |
Why we were nearly lovers years ago | |
Now what is left for me | |
Among the broken branches of the family tree | |
Heart like an anchor | |
Arms like cable | |
He stood all alone on an iron turntable | |
Don' t let them see you crying that way oh no | |
The sun beats down | |
It' s cracking the flags | |
Boys who should know better | |
Are stamping out fags | |
Don' t let them see you laughing that way | |
Please don' t wake him let him sleep | |
It' s a moment she can keep | |
Like an old bus ticket or a photograph | |
Resting on the mantlepiece | |
While for the wicked there is no peace | |
She says it' s not his time to go | |
Why we were nearly lovers years ago | |
Now what is left for me | |
Among the broken branches of the family tree | |
Oh no Joe Porterhouse | |
Is not gone forever | |
He' ll be back another day | |
Don' t let them see you crying that way |