Song | What's Left of the Flag |
Artist | Flogging Molly |
Album | Drunken Lullabies |
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[00:00.00] | 作曲 : Casey, Flogging Molly ... |
[00:00.00] | His eyes they closed |
[00:02.52] | And his last breath spoke |
[00:04.95] | He had seen all to be seen |
[00:09.29] | A life once full |
[00:11.59] | Now an empty vase |
[00:13.73] | Wilt the blossoms |
[00:15.00] | On his early grave |
[00:17.67] | |
[00:17.99] | Walk away me boys |
[00:20.43] | Walk away me boys |
[00:22.62] | And by morning we'll be free |
[00:26.67] | Wipe that golden tear |
[00:28.90] | From your mother dear |
[00:31.05] | And raise what's left |
[00:32.05] | Of the flag for me |
[00:34.98] | Then the rosary beads |
[00:36.08] | Count them 1 2 3 |
[00:37.28] | Fell apart as they hit the floor |
[00:39.88] | In a garb of black |
[00:41.27] | We must pay respect |
[00:42.62] | To the color we were born to mourn |
[00:45.48] | Walk away me boys |
[00:46.63] | Walk away me boys |
[00:48.08] | And by morning we'll be free |
[00:50.81] | Wipe that golden tear |
[00:52.20] | From your mother dear |
[00:53.65] | And raise what's left |
[00:54.30] | Of the flag for me |
[00:56.37] | |
[01:08.71] | In its place grew |
[01:09.96] | An angry festered wound |
[01:11.46] | Full of hatered and remorse |
[01:14.61] | Where I pick and scratch |
[01:16.00] | Till the blood it matched |
[01:17.65] | Silent rage that now fills my lungs |
[01:20.66] | For there are many ways |
[01:22.05] | To kill a man they say |
[01:24.03] | With bayonet, axe or sword |
[01:27.10] | But son a bullet fired |
[01:28.69] | From a shapeless guise |
[01:30.24] | Just put the shell of a Thompson gun |
[01:32.86] | |
[01:33.23] | Walk away me boys |
[01:34.72] | Walk away me boys |
[01:36.36] | And by morning we'll be free |
[01:39.26] | Wipe that golden tear |
[01:40.90] | From your mother dear |
[01:42.50] | And raise what's left |
[01:43.59] | Of the flag for me |
[01:45.31] | |
[01:58.39] | From the east out to the western shore |
[02:04.38] | Where many men and many more will fall |
[02:10.20] | But no angel flies with me tonight |
[02:13.35] | Though freedom reigns on all |
[02:16.38] | And curse the name for which |
[02:18.02] | We slaved our days |
[02:19.47] | So every men chose Kingdom Come |
[02:22.82] | |
[02:47.47] | But sure as night turns day |
[02:48.96] | It's the passion play |
[02:50.60] | Oh my god“ |
[02:51.19] | What have they done |
[02:53.74] | With madman's rage |
[02:55.25] | Well they dug our graves |
[02:56.94] | But the dead rise again you fools |
[02:59.82] | |
[02:59.90] | Walk away me boys |
[03:01.38] | Walk away me boys |
[03:03.14] | And by morning we'll be free |
[03:05.98] | Wipe that golden tear |
[03:07.58] | From your mother dear |
[03:09.24] | And raise what's left |
[03:09.78] | Of the flag for me |
[03:12.23] | |
[03:12.48] | Walk away me boys |
[03:13.77] | Walk away me boys |
[03:15.37] | And by morning we'll be free |
[03:20.39] | Wipe that golden tear |
[03:23.34] | From your mother dear |
[03:27.42] | And raise what's left |
[03:28.23] | Of the flag for me |
[00:00.00] | zuo qu : Casey, Flogging Molly ... |
[00:00.00] | His eyes they closed |
[00:02.52] | And his last breath spoke |
[00:04.95] | He had seen all to be seen |
[00:09.29] | A life once full |
[00:11.59] | Now an empty vase |
[00:13.73] | Wilt the blossoms |
[00:15.00] | On his early grave |
[00:17.67] | |
[00:17.99] | Walk away me boys |
[00:20.43] | Walk away me boys |
[00:22.62] | And by morning we' ll be free |
[00:26.67] | Wipe that golden tear |
[00:28.90] | From your mother dear |
[00:31.05] | And raise what' s left |
[00:32.05] | Of the flag for me |
[00:34.98] | Then the rosary beads |
[00:36.08] | Count them 1 2 3 |
[00:37.28] | Fell apart as they hit the floor |
[00:39.88] | In a garb of black |
[00:41.27] | We must pay respect |
[00:42.62] | To the color we were born to mourn |
[00:45.48] | Walk away me boys |
[00:46.63] | Walk away me boys |
[00:48.08] | And by morning we' ll be free |
[00:50.81] | Wipe that golden tear |
[00:52.20] | From your mother dear |
[00:53.65] | And raise what' s left |
[00:54.30] | Of the flag for me |
[00:56.37] | |
[01:08.71] | In its place grew |
[01:09.96] | An angry festered wound |
[01:11.46] | Full of hatered and remorse |
[01:14.61] | Where I pick and scratch |
[01:16.00] | Till the blood it matched |
[01:17.65] | Silent rage that now fills my lungs |
[01:20.66] | For there are many ways |
[01:22.05] | To kill a man they say |
[01:24.03] | With bayonet, axe or sword |
[01:27.10] | But son a bullet fired |
[01:28.69] | From a shapeless guise |
[01:30.24] | Just put the shell of a Thompson gun |
[01:32.86] | |
[01:33.23] | Walk away me boys |
[01:34.72] | Walk away me boys |
[01:36.36] | And by morning we' ll be free |
[01:39.26] | Wipe that golden tear |
[01:40.90] | From your mother dear |
[01:42.50] | And raise what' s left |
[01:43.59] | Of the flag for me |
[01:45.31] | |
[01:58.39] | From the east out to the western shore |
[02:04.38] | Where many men and many more will fall |
[02:10.20] | But no angel flies with me tonight |
[02:13.35] | Though freedom reigns on all |
[02:16.38] | And curse the name for which |
[02:18.02] | We slaved our days |
[02:19.47] | So every men chose Kingdom Come |
[02:22.82] | |
[02:47.47] | But sure as night turns day |
[02:48.96] | It' s the passion play |
[02:50.60] | Oh my god" |
[02:51.19] | What have they done |
[02:53.74] | With madman' s rage |
[02:55.25] | Well they dug our graves |
[02:56.94] | But the dead rise again you fools |
[02:59.82] | |
[02:59.90] | Walk away me boys |
[03:01.38] | Walk away me boys |
[03:03.14] | And by morning we' ll be free |
[03:05.98] | Wipe that golden tear |
[03:07.58] | From your mother dear |
[03:09.24] | And raise what' s left |
[03:09.78] | Of the flag for me |
[03:12.23] | |
[03:12.48] | Walk away me boys |
[03:13.77] | Walk away me boys |
[03:15.37] | And by morning we' ll be free |
[03:20.39] | Wipe that golden tear |
[03:23.34] | From your mother dear |
[03:27.42] | And raise what' s left |
[03:28.23] | Of the flag for me |
[00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Casey, Flogging Molly ... |
[00:00.00] | His eyes they closed |
[00:02.52] | And his last breath spoke |
[00:04.95] | He had seen all to be seen |
[00:09.29] | A life once full |
[00:11.59] | Now an empty vase |
[00:13.73] | Wilt the blossoms |
[00:15.00] | On his early grave |
[00:17.67] | |
[00:17.99] | Walk away me boys |
[00:20.43] | Walk away me boys |
[00:22.62] | And by morning we' ll be free |
[00:26.67] | Wipe that golden tear |
[00:28.90] | From your mother dear |
[00:31.05] | And raise what' s left |
[00:32.05] | Of the flag for me |
[00:34.98] | Then the rosary beads |
[00:36.08] | Count them 1 2 3 |
[00:37.28] | Fell apart as they hit the floor |
[00:39.88] | In a garb of black |
[00:41.27] | We must pay respect |
[00:42.62] | To the color we were born to mourn |
[00:45.48] | Walk away me boys |
[00:46.63] | Walk away me boys |
[00:48.08] | And by morning we' ll be free |
[00:50.81] | Wipe that golden tear |
[00:52.20] | From your mother dear |
[00:53.65] | And raise what' s left |
[00:54.30] | Of the flag for me |
[00:56.37] | |
[01:08.71] | In its place grew |
[01:09.96] | An angry festered wound |
[01:11.46] | Full of hatered and remorse |
[01:14.61] | Where I pick and scratch |
[01:16.00] | Till the blood it matched |
[01:17.65] | Silent rage that now fills my lungs |
[01:20.66] | For there are many ways |
[01:22.05] | To kill a man they say |
[01:24.03] | With bayonet, axe or sword |
[01:27.10] | But son a bullet fired |
[01:28.69] | From a shapeless guise |
[01:30.24] | Just put the shell of a Thompson gun |
[01:32.86] | |
[01:33.23] | Walk away me boys |
[01:34.72] | Walk away me boys |
[01:36.36] | And by morning we' ll be free |
[01:39.26] | Wipe that golden tear |
[01:40.90] | From your mother dear |
[01:42.50] | And raise what' s left |
[01:43.59] | Of the flag for me |
[01:45.31] | |
[01:58.39] | From the east out to the western shore |
[02:04.38] | Where many men and many more will fall |
[02:10.20] | But no angel flies with me tonight |
[02:13.35] | Though freedom reigns on all |
[02:16.38] | And curse the name for which |
[02:18.02] | We slaved our days |
[02:19.47] | So every men chose Kingdom Come |
[02:22.82] | |
[02:47.47] | But sure as night turns day |
[02:48.96] | It' s the passion play |
[02:50.60] | Oh my god" |
[02:51.19] | What have they done |
[02:53.74] | With madman' s rage |
[02:55.25] | Well they dug our graves |
[02:56.94] | But the dead rise again you fools |
[02:59.82] | |
[02:59.90] | Walk away me boys |
[03:01.38] | Walk away me boys |
[03:03.14] | And by morning we' ll be free |
[03:05.98] | Wipe that golden tear |
[03:07.58] | From your mother dear |
[03:09.24] | And raise what' s left |
[03:09.78] | Of the flag for me |
[03:12.23] | |
[03:12.48] | Walk away me boys |
[03:13.77] | Walk away me boys |
[03:15.37] | And by morning we' ll be free |
[03:20.39] | Wipe that golden tear |
[03:23.34] | From your mother dear |
[03:27.42] | And raise what' s left |
[03:28.23] | Of the flag for me |