Song | Dream on Cowboy |
Artist | Flesh for Lulu |
Album | Long Live the New Flesh |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Barker, Marsh, Mills, Mitchell | |
Well, the wind is howling through my soul | |
As we take the spiral train down | |
Descend once again | |
Into the murky depths below | |
Well, I've fallen into this water world | |
Drawn by troubles untold | |
A finger breaks into the world outside | |
Draws back again to curl up and sigh | |
Dream on cowboy, it's a dream | |
A whole lotta love and a whole lotta hate | |
All messed up just ready to break | |
Dream on cowboy, yeah, dream | |
Well, I didn't have no alibi | |
Can't you hear the angels weep as I cry? | |
A whole lotta love and a whole lotta hate | |
All messed up just ready to break | |
Can't you hear the angels weep? | |
Can't you hear the angels weep? | |
There's a whole lotta work to be done | |
And you won't find rest under the sun | |
So dream on, dream on, cowboy | |
We go far away from another world | |
The lonesome prairie trail | |
Another smoking gun on the floor | |
Me curled up, wounded once more | |
God knows no fashion, fashion is no God | |
So dream on cowboy of the open plain | |
Dream on cowboy all through the rain | |
Dream on cowboy, dream on cowboy | |
She's a rockabilly gurl |
zuo ci : Barker, Marsh, Mills, Mitchell | |
Well, the wind is howling through my soul | |
As we take the spiral train down | |
Descend once again | |
Into the murky depths below | |
Well, I' ve fallen into this water world | |
Drawn by troubles untold | |
A finger breaks into the world outside | |
Draws back again to curl up and sigh | |
Dream on cowboy, it' s a dream | |
A whole lotta love and a whole lotta hate | |
All messed up just ready to break | |
Dream on cowboy, yeah, dream | |
Well, I didn' t have no alibi | |
Can' t you hear the angels weep as I cry? | |
A whole lotta love and a whole lotta hate | |
All messed up just ready to break | |
Can' t you hear the angels weep? | |
Can' t you hear the angels weep? | |
There' s a whole lotta work to be done | |
And you won' t find rest under the sun | |
So dream on, dream on, cowboy | |
We go far away from another world | |
The lonesome prairie trail | |
Another smoking gun on the floor | |
Me curled up, wounded once more | |
God knows no fashion, fashion is no God | |
So dream on cowboy of the open plain | |
Dream on cowboy all through the rain | |
Dream on cowboy, dream on cowboy | |
She' s a rockabilly gurl |
zuò cí : Barker, Marsh, Mills, Mitchell | |
Well, the wind is howling through my soul | |
As we take the spiral train down | |
Descend once again | |
Into the murky depths below | |
Well, I' ve fallen into this water world | |
Drawn by troubles untold | |
A finger breaks into the world outside | |
Draws back again to curl up and sigh | |
Dream on cowboy, it' s a dream | |
A whole lotta love and a whole lotta hate | |
All messed up just ready to break | |
Dream on cowboy, yeah, dream | |
Well, I didn' t have no alibi | |
Can' t you hear the angels weep as I cry? | |
A whole lotta love and a whole lotta hate | |
All messed up just ready to break | |
Can' t you hear the angels weep? | |
Can' t you hear the angels weep? | |
There' s a whole lotta work to be done | |
And you won' t find rest under the sun | |
So dream on, dream on, cowboy | |
We go far away from another world | |
The lonesome prairie trail | |
Another smoking gun on the floor | |
Me curled up, wounded once more | |
God knows no fashion, fashion is no God | |
So dream on cowboy of the open plain | |
Dream on cowboy all through the rain | |
Dream on cowboy, dream on cowboy | |
She' s a rockabilly gurl |