Song | Howlin' a Gale |
Artist | Howe Gelb |
Album | 'Sno Angel Like You |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Gelb | |
Well the soul rides | |
somewhere inside | |
cause the body is a boat | |
and maybe mistakes | |
were only made to make | |
but you better make a note | |
land ho, land ho, | |
land ho, land ho | |
now you're filling up | |
filling up with foam | |
and no way to bail | |
yeah you're filling up | |
no way to find yourself back home | |
and there's a hole in your pail | |
{CHORUS} and the wind kicks in | |
the way she loves to wail | |
and it's howling a gale | |
it's howling a gale | |
water's getting higher | |
up to the brim | |
and you're turning pale | |
water's getting higher | |
and it's all coming in | |
and the wind begins to wail | |
{CHORUS} | |
alone she stands on a pier | |
waiting for her love to appear | |
but the wind, she loves to wail | |
{CHORUS} | |
well the soul rides | |
deep inside | |
cause the body, she's a boat | |
mistakes were made to make | |
but you better take note | |
better keep a float | |
{CHORUS} |
zuo qu : Gelb | |
Well the soul rides | |
somewhere inside | |
cause the body is a boat | |
and maybe mistakes | |
were only made to make | |
but you better make a note | |
land ho, land ho, | |
land ho, land ho | |
now you' re filling up | |
filling up with foam | |
and no way to bail | |
yeah you' re filling up | |
no way to find yourself back home | |
and there' s a hole in your pail | |
CHORUS and the wind kicks in | |
the way she loves to wail | |
and it' s howling a gale | |
it' s howling a gale | |
water' s getting higher | |
up to the brim | |
and you' re turning pale | |
water' s getting higher | |
and it' s all coming in | |
and the wind begins to wail | |
CHORUS | |
alone she stands on a pier | |
waiting for her love to appear | |
but the wind, she loves to wail | |
CHORUS | |
well the soul rides | |
deep inside | |
cause the body, she' s a boat | |
mistakes were made to make | |
but you better take note | |
better keep a float | |
CHORUS |
zuò qǔ : Gelb | |
Well the soul rides | |
somewhere inside | |
cause the body is a boat | |
and maybe mistakes | |
were only made to make | |
but you better make a note | |
land ho, land ho, | |
land ho, land ho | |
now you' re filling up | |
filling up with foam | |
and no way to bail | |
yeah you' re filling up | |
no way to find yourself back home | |
and there' s a hole in your pail | |
CHORUS and the wind kicks in | |
the way she loves to wail | |
and it' s howling a gale | |
it' s howling a gale | |
water' s getting higher | |
up to the brim | |
and you' re turning pale | |
water' s getting higher | |
and it' s all coming in | |
and the wind begins to wail | |
CHORUS | |
alone she stands on a pier | |
waiting for her love to appear | |
but the wind, she loves to wail | |
CHORUS | |
well the soul rides | |
deep inside | |
cause the body, she' s a boat | |
mistakes were made to make | |
but you better take note | |
better keep a float | |
CHORUS |