Brother, My Cup Is Empty Lyrics
| Song | Brother, My Cup Is Empty |
| Artist | Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds |
| Album | Henry's Dream |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Cave | |
| Brother, my cup is empty | |
| And I haven't got a penny | |
| For to buy no more whiskey | |
| I have to go home | |
| I am the captain of my pain | |
| Tis the bit, the bridle, | |
| The trashing cane | |
| The stirrup, the harness | |
| The whipping mane | |
| The pickled eye | |
| The shrinking brain | |
| O brother, buy me one more drink | |
| I'll explain the nature of my pain | |
| Yes, let me tell you once again | |
| I am the captain of my pain | |
| O brother, my cup is empty | |
| And I haven't got a penny | |
| For to buy no more whiskey | |
| I have to go home | |
| I cannot blame it all on her | |
| To blame her all would be a lie | |
| For many a night | |
| I lay awake | |
| And wished that | |
| I could watch her die | |
| To see her accusing finger spurt | |
| To see flies swarm her hateful eye | |
| To watch her groaning in the dirt | |
| To see her clicking tongue crack dry | |
| O brother, buy me one more drink | |
| One more drink and then goodbye | |
| And do not mock me when | |
| I say Let's drink one more before | |
| I die O brother, my cup is empty | |
| And I haven't got a penny | |
| For to buy no more whiskey | |
| I have to go home | |
| Well I've been sliding down on rainbows | |
| Well I've been swinging from the stars | |
| Now this wretch in beggars clothing | |
| Bangs his cup across the bars | |
| Look, this cup of mine is empty! | |
| Seems I've misplaced my desires | |
| Seems I'm sweeping up the ashes | |
| Of all my former fires | |
| So brother, be a brother | |
| And fill this tiny cup of mine | |
| And please, sir, make it whiskey | |
| For I have no head for wine | |
| O brother, my cup is empty | |
| And I haven't got a penny | |
| For to buy no more whiskey | |
| I have to go home | |
| I counted up my blessings | |
| And counted only one | |
| One tiny little blessing | |
| And now that blessings gone | |
| So buy me one more drink, my brother | |
| Then I'm taking to the road | |
| Yes, I'm taking to the rain | |
| I'm taking to the snow | |
| O my friend, my only brother | |
| Do not let the party grieve | |
| So throw a dollar onto the bar | |
| Now kiss my ass and leave | |
| O brother, my cup is empty | |
| And I haven't got a penny | |
| For to buy no more whiskey | |
| I have to go home |
| zuo ci : Cave | |
| Brother, my cup is empty | |
| And I haven' t got a penny | |
| For to buy no more whiskey | |
| I have to go home | |
| I am the captain of my pain | |
| Tis the bit, the bridle, | |
| The trashing cane | |
| The stirrup, the harness | |
| The whipping mane | |
| The pickled eye | |
| The shrinking brain | |
| O brother, buy me one more drink | |
| I' ll explain the nature of my pain | |
| Yes, let me tell you once again | |
| I am the captain of my pain | |
| O brother, my cup is empty | |
| And I haven' t got a penny | |
| For to buy no more whiskey | |
| I have to go home | |
| I cannot blame it all on her | |
| To blame her all would be a lie | |
| For many a night | |
| I lay awake | |
| And wished that | |
| I could watch her die | |
| To see her accusing finger spurt | |
| To see flies swarm her hateful eye | |
| To watch her groaning in the dirt | |
| To see her clicking tongue crack dry | |
| O brother, buy me one more drink | |
| One more drink and then goodbye | |
| And do not mock me when | |
| I say Let' s drink one more before | |
| I die O brother, my cup is empty | |
| And I haven' t got a penny | |
| For to buy no more whiskey | |
| I have to go home | |
| Well I' ve been sliding down on rainbows | |
| Well I' ve been swinging from the stars | |
| Now this wretch in beggars clothing | |
| Bangs his cup across the bars | |
| Look, this cup of mine is empty! | |
| Seems I' ve misplaced my desires | |
| Seems I' m sweeping up the ashes | |
| Of all my former fires | |
| So brother, be a brother | |
| And fill this tiny cup of mine | |
| And please, sir, make it whiskey | |
| For I have no head for wine | |
| O brother, my cup is empty | |
| And I haven' t got a penny | |
| For to buy no more whiskey | |
| I have to go home | |
| I counted up my blessings | |
| And counted only one | |
| One tiny little blessing | |
| And now that blessings gone | |
| So buy me one more drink, my brother | |
| Then I' m taking to the road | |
| Yes, I' m taking to the rain | |
| I' m taking to the snow | |
| O my friend, my only brother | |
| Do not let the party grieve | |
| So throw a dollar onto the bar | |
| Now kiss my ass and leave | |
| O brother, my cup is empty | |
| And I haven' t got a penny | |
| For to buy no more whiskey | |
| I have to go home |
| zuò cí : Cave | |
| Brother, my cup is empty | |
| And I haven' t got a penny | |
| For to buy no more whiskey | |
| I have to go home | |
| I am the captain of my pain | |
| Tis the bit, the bridle, | |
| The trashing cane | |
| The stirrup, the harness | |
| The whipping mane | |
| The pickled eye | |
| The shrinking brain | |
| O brother, buy me one more drink | |
| I' ll explain the nature of my pain | |
| Yes, let me tell you once again | |
| I am the captain of my pain | |
| O brother, my cup is empty | |
| And I haven' t got a penny | |
| For to buy no more whiskey | |
| I have to go home | |
| I cannot blame it all on her | |
| To blame her all would be a lie | |
| For many a night | |
| I lay awake | |
| And wished that | |
| I could watch her die | |
| To see her accusing finger spurt | |
| To see flies swarm her hateful eye | |
| To watch her groaning in the dirt | |
| To see her clicking tongue crack dry | |
| O brother, buy me one more drink | |
| One more drink and then goodbye | |
| And do not mock me when | |
| I say Let' s drink one more before | |
| I die O brother, my cup is empty | |
| And I haven' t got a penny | |
| For to buy no more whiskey | |
| I have to go home | |
| Well I' ve been sliding down on rainbows | |
| Well I' ve been swinging from the stars | |
| Now this wretch in beggars clothing | |
| Bangs his cup across the bars | |
| Look, this cup of mine is empty! | |
| Seems I' ve misplaced my desires | |
| Seems I' m sweeping up the ashes | |
| Of all my former fires | |
| So brother, be a brother | |
| And fill this tiny cup of mine | |
| And please, sir, make it whiskey | |
| For I have no head for wine | |
| O brother, my cup is empty | |
| And I haven' t got a penny | |
| For to buy no more whiskey | |
| I have to go home | |
| I counted up my blessings | |
| And counted only one | |
| One tiny little blessing | |
| And now that blessings gone | |
| So buy me one more drink, my brother | |
| Then I' m taking to the road | |
| Yes, I' m taking to the rain | |
| I' m taking to the snow | |
| O my friend, my only brother | |
| Do not let the party grieve | |
| So throw a dollar onto the bar | |
| Now kiss my ass and leave | |
| O brother, my cup is empty | |
| And I haven' t got a penny | |
| For to buy no more whiskey | |
| I have to go home |
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