Song | The Lightning Storm |
Artist | Flogging Molly |
作曲 : Casey, King, Maxwell, Regan ... | |
This lonely existence paves the way | |
For the heart of hearts must beat be brave | |
While this quiet lightning storm | |
Wrecks the harvest gold we tried to sow | |
So it begins, the way the blood still dances beneath the skin | |
As the messenger from hell says we're bound to win | |
As the days, they come, but the years, they go | |
So take care of your freedom they'll never know | |
I sit on the wing for a blackbird's song | |
To tell me where and when this all went wrong | |
There's no resolution without remorse | |
With ignorance, bliss, defend, let's stay the course | |
Puncture the skin and see its blood run cold on desert sand | |
Come hear the men from mothers with childless hands | |
As the days, they come, but the years, they go | |
So take care of your freedom they'll never know | |
Take good care of your freedom | |
They'll never know | |
Take what you give until there is nothing left, but forever live | |
And night descends on shadows without their kill | |
As the days, they come, but the years, they go | |
So take care of your freedom they'll never know | |
Yeah, take good care of your freedom | |
They'll never know | |
As the days, they come | |
But the years, they go | |
So take care of your freedom | |
They'll never know |
zuò qǔ : Casey, King, Maxwell, Regan ... | |
This lonely existence paves the way | |
For the heart of hearts must beat be brave | |
While this quiet lightning storm | |
Wrecks the harvest gold we tried to sow | |
So it begins, the way the blood still dances beneath the skin | |
As the messenger from hell says we' re bound to win | |
As the days, they come, but the years, they go | |
So take care of your freedom they' ll never know | |
I sit on the wing for a blackbird' s song | |
To tell me where and when this all went wrong | |
There' s no resolution without remorse | |
With ignorance, bliss, defend, let' s stay the course | |
Puncture the skin and see its blood run cold on desert sand | |
Come hear the men from mothers with childless hands | |
As the days, they come, but the years, they go | |
So take care of your freedom they' ll never know | |
Take good care of your freedom | |
They' ll never know | |
Take what you give until there is nothing left, but forever live | |
And night descends on shadows without their kill | |
As the days, they come, but the years, they go | |
So take care of your freedom they' ll never know | |
Yeah, take good care of your freedom | |
They' ll never know | |
As the days, they come | |
But the years, they go | |
So take care of your freedom | |
They' ll never know |