Song | On Palastine |
Artist | JJ Grey |
Album | Country Ghetto |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.00] | 作曲 : Grey |
[00:15.312] | Mmm... |
[00:29.559] | That stormy morning felt like a dream. |
[00:36.700] | He told me then of what he'd seen. |
[00:44.000] | A child, a man, in times gone bad. |
[00:51.150] | Faces of stone lined hard and sad. |
[00:58.600] | One Sunday day they all came home. |
[01:05.632] | All that they had was burned and gone. |
[01:13.140] | The timber men, their pistols gleamed. |
[01:20.272] | A lifetime lost on Palastine. |
[01:42.200] | He made a stand. |
[01:45.468] | He would not run. |
[01:49.166] | He dropped the hoe and picked up the gun. |
[01:56.603] | And then one night he disappeared. |
[02:03.671] | It fed the worst of all their fears. |
[02:11.081] | They found him quiet high in a tree. |
[02:18.160] | He flew away from Palastine. |
[02:25.593] | Mmm...... |
[02:54.700] | Then came the day they moved away. |
[03:01.502] | More gunmen came. |
[03:05.369] | They could not stay. |
[03:09.000] | To Glen St. Mary. |
[03:12.511] | To Olustee. |
[03:16.023] | But we still dream of Palastine. |
[03:23.701] | Mmm..... |
[03:38.191] | Mmm...... |
[03:52.900] | Mmm...... |
[04:07.134] | Mmm...... |
[00:00.00] | zuo qu : Grey |
[00:15.312] | Mmm... |
[00:29.559] | That stormy morning felt like a dream. |
[00:36.700] | He told me then of what he' d seen. |
[00:44.000] | A child, a man, in times gone bad. |
[00:51.150] | Faces of stone lined hard and sad. |
[00:58.600] | One Sunday day they all came home. |
[01:05.632] | All that they had was burned and gone. |
[01:13.140] | The timber men, their pistols gleamed. |
[01:20.272] | A lifetime lost on Palastine. |
[01:42.200] | He made a stand. |
[01:45.468] | He would not run. |
[01:49.166] | He dropped the hoe and picked up the gun. |
[01:56.603] | And then one night he disappeared. |
[02:03.671] | It fed the worst of all their fears. |
[02:11.081] | They found him quiet high in a tree. |
[02:18.160] | He flew away from Palastine. |
[02:25.593] | Mmm...... |
[02:54.700] | Then came the day they moved away. |
[03:01.502] | More gunmen came. |
[03:05.369] | They could not stay. |
[03:09.000] | To Glen St. Mary. |
[03:12.511] | To Olustee. |
[03:16.023] | But we still dream of Palastine. |
[03:23.701] | Mmm..... |
[03:38.191] | Mmm...... |
[03:52.900] | Mmm...... |
[04:07.134] | Mmm...... |
[00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Grey |
[00:15.312] | Mmm... |
[00:29.559] | That stormy morning felt like a dream. |
[00:36.700] | He told me then of what he' d seen. |
[00:44.000] | A child, a man, in times gone bad. |
[00:51.150] | Faces of stone lined hard and sad. |
[00:58.600] | One Sunday day they all came home. |
[01:05.632] | All that they had was burned and gone. |
[01:13.140] | The timber men, their pistols gleamed. |
[01:20.272] | A lifetime lost on Palastine. |
[01:42.200] | He made a stand. |
[01:45.468] | He would not run. |
[01:49.166] | He dropped the hoe and picked up the gun. |
[01:56.603] | And then one night he disappeared. |
[02:03.671] | It fed the worst of all their fears. |
[02:11.081] | They found him quiet high in a tree. |
[02:18.160] | He flew away from Palastine. |
[02:25.593] | Mmm...... |
[02:54.700] | Then came the day they moved away. |
[03:01.502] | More gunmen came. |
[03:05.369] | They could not stay. |
[03:09.000] | To Glen St. Mary. |
[03:12.511] | To Olustee. |
[03:16.023] | But we still dream of Palastine. |
[03:23.701] | Mmm..... |
[03:38.191] | Mmm...... |
[03:52.900] | Mmm...... |
[04:07.134] | Mmm...... |