Song | People Ain't No Good |
Artist | Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds |
Album | The Boatman's Call |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Cave | |
People just ain't no good | |
I think that's welll understood | |
You can see it everywhere you look | |
People just ain't no good | |
We were married under cherry trees | |
Under blossom we made our vows | |
All the blossoms come sailing down | |
Through the streets and through the playgrounds | |
The sun would stream on the sheets | |
Awoken by the morning bird | |
We'd buy the sunday newspapers | |
And never read a single word | |
People they ain't no good | |
People they ain't no good | |
People they ain't no good | |
Seasons came, seasons went | |
The winter stripped the blossoms bare | |
A different tree now lines the streets | |
Shaking its fists in the air | |
The winter slammed us like a fist | |
The windows rattling in the gales | |
To which she drew the curtains | |
Made out of her wedding veils | |
People they ain't no good | |
People they ain't no good | |
People they ain't no good at all | |
To our love send a dozen white lilies | |
To our love send a coffin of wood | |
To our love let aal the pink-eyed pigeons coo | |
That people they just ain't no good | |
To our love send back all the letters | |
To our love a valentine of blood | |
To our love let all the jilted lovers cry | |
That people they just ain't no good | |
It ain't that in their hearts they're bad | |
They can comfort you, some even try | |
They nurse you when you're ill of health | |
They bury you when you go and die | |
It ain't that in their hearts they're bad | |
They'd stick by you if they could | |
But that's just bullshit | |
People just ain't no good | |
People they ain't no good | |
People they ain't no good | |
People they ain't no good | |
People they ain't no good at all |
zuo ci : Cave | |
People just ain' t no good | |
I think that' s welll understood | |
You can see it everywhere you look | |
People just ain' t no good | |
We were married under cherry trees | |
Under blossom we made our vows | |
All the blossoms come sailing down | |
Through the streets and through the playgrounds | |
The sun would stream on the sheets | |
Awoken by the morning bird | |
We' d buy the sunday newspapers | |
And never read a single word | |
People they ain' t no good | |
People they ain' t no good | |
People they ain' t no good | |
Seasons came, seasons went | |
The winter stripped the blossoms bare | |
A different tree now lines the streets | |
Shaking its fists in the air | |
The winter slammed us like a fist | |
The windows rattling in the gales | |
To which she drew the curtains | |
Made out of her wedding veils | |
People they ain' t no good | |
People they ain' t no good | |
People they ain' t no good at all | |
To our love send a dozen white lilies | |
To our love send a coffin of wood | |
To our love let aal the pinkeyed pigeons coo | |
That people they just ain' t no good | |
To our love send back all the letters | |
To our love a valentine of blood | |
To our love let all the jilted lovers cry | |
That people they just ain' t no good | |
It ain' t that in their hearts they' re bad | |
They can comfort you, some even try | |
They nurse you when you' re ill of health | |
They bury you when you go and die | |
It ain' t that in their hearts they' re bad | |
They' d stick by you if they could | |
But that' s just bullshit | |
People just ain' t no good | |
People they ain' t no good | |
People they ain' t no good | |
People they ain' t no good | |
People they ain' t no good at all |
zuò cí : Cave | |
People just ain' t no good | |
I think that' s welll understood | |
You can see it everywhere you look | |
People just ain' t no good | |
We were married under cherry trees | |
Under blossom we made our vows | |
All the blossoms come sailing down | |
Through the streets and through the playgrounds | |
The sun would stream on the sheets | |
Awoken by the morning bird | |
We' d buy the sunday newspapers | |
And never read a single word | |
People they ain' t no good | |
People they ain' t no good | |
People they ain' t no good | |
Seasons came, seasons went | |
The winter stripped the blossoms bare | |
A different tree now lines the streets | |
Shaking its fists in the air | |
The winter slammed us like a fist | |
The windows rattling in the gales | |
To which she drew the curtains | |
Made out of her wedding veils | |
People they ain' t no good | |
People they ain' t no good | |
People they ain' t no good at all | |
To our love send a dozen white lilies | |
To our love send a coffin of wood | |
To our love let aal the pinkeyed pigeons coo | |
That people they just ain' t no good | |
To our love send back all the letters | |
To our love a valentine of blood | |
To our love let all the jilted lovers cry | |
That people they just ain' t no good | |
It ain' t that in their hearts they' re bad | |
They can comfort you, some even try | |
They nurse you when you' re ill of health | |
They bury you when you go and die | |
It ain' t that in their hearts they' re bad | |
They' d stick by you if they could | |
But that' s just bullshit | |
People just ain' t no good | |
People they ain' t no good | |
People they ain' t no good | |
People they ain' t no good | |
People they ain' t no good at all |