Song | Still There'll Be More |
Artist | Procol Harum |
Album | Home |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.00] | 作词 : Brooker, Reid |
[00:16.960] | I'll bathe my eyes in a river of salt |
[00:24.170] | I'll grow myself right up to the sky |
[00:34.390] | I'll sing in the forest, tear down the trees |
[00:41.590] | I'll foul all the fountains and trample the leaves |
[00:47.880] | I'll blacken your Christmas and piss on your door |
[01:01.920] | You'll cry out for mercy, but still there'll be more |
[01:18.080] | I'll put a blight in the orchard |
[01:24.720] | I'll run wild through the fields |
[01:31.920] | I'll waylay your daughter and kidnap your wife |
[01:41.740] | Savage her sexless and burn out her eyes |
[01:48.380] | I'll blacken your Christmas and piss on your door |
[02:02.160] | You'll cry out for mercy, but still there'll be more |
[02:42.170] | I'll bathe my eyes in a river of salt |
[02:49.270] | I'll grow myself right up to the sky |
[02:59.080] | I'll sing in the forest, tear down the trees |
[03:06.180] | I'll foul all the fountains and trample the leaves |
[03:12.370] | I'll blacken your Christmas and piss on your door |
[03:25.860] | You'll cry out for mercy, but still there'll be more |
[00:00.00] | zuo ci : Brooker, Reid |
[00:16.960] | I' ll bathe my eyes in a river of salt |
[00:24.170] | I' ll grow myself right up to the sky |
[00:34.390] | I' ll sing in the forest, tear down the trees |
[00:41.590] | I' ll foul all the fountains and trample the leaves |
[00:47.880] | I' ll blacken your Christmas and piss on your door |
[01:01.920] | You' ll cry out for mercy, but still there' ll be more |
[01:18.080] | I' ll put a blight in the orchard |
[01:24.720] | I' ll run wild through the fields |
[01:31.920] | I' ll waylay your daughter and kidnap your wife |
[01:41.740] | Savage her sexless and burn out her eyes |
[01:48.380] | I' ll blacken your Christmas and piss on your door |
[02:02.160] | You' ll cry out for mercy, but still there' ll be more |
[02:42.170] | I' ll bathe my eyes in a river of salt |
[02:49.270] | I' ll grow myself right up to the sky |
[02:59.080] | I' ll sing in the forest, tear down the trees |
[03:06.180] | I' ll foul all the fountains and trample the leaves |
[03:12.370] | I' ll blacken your Christmas and piss on your door |
[03:25.860] | You' ll cry out for mercy, but still there' ll be more |
[00:00.00] | zuò cí : Brooker, Reid |
[00:16.960] | I' ll bathe my eyes in a river of salt |
[00:24.170] | I' ll grow myself right up to the sky |
[00:34.390] | I' ll sing in the forest, tear down the trees |
[00:41.590] | I' ll foul all the fountains and trample the leaves |
[00:47.880] | I' ll blacken your Christmas and piss on your door |
[01:01.920] | You' ll cry out for mercy, but still there' ll be more |
[01:18.080] | I' ll put a blight in the orchard |
[01:24.720] | I' ll run wild through the fields |
[01:31.920] | I' ll waylay your daughter and kidnap your wife |
[01:41.740] | Savage her sexless and burn out her eyes |
[01:48.380] | I' ll blacken your Christmas and piss on your door |
[02:02.160] | You' ll cry out for mercy, but still there' ll be more |
[02:42.170] | I' ll bathe my eyes in a river of salt |
[02:49.270] | I' ll grow myself right up to the sky |
[02:59.080] | I' ll sing in the forest, tear down the trees |
[03:06.180] | I' ll foul all the fountains and trample the leaves |
[03:12.370] | I' ll blacken your Christmas and piss on your door |
[03:25.860] | You' ll cry out for mercy, but still there' ll be more |