Song | Bullet The Blue Sky |
Artist | U2 |
Album | Modena 1987 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : The Edge & Adam Clayton & Larry Mullen & Bono | |
In the howlin' wind | |
Comes a stingin' rain | |
See it drivin' nails | |
Into the souls on the tree of pain. | |
From the firefly | |
A red orange glow | |
See the face of fear | |
Runnin' scared in the valley below. | |
Bullet the blue sky | |
Bullet the blue sky | |
Bullet the blue | |
Bullet the blue. | |
In the locust wind | |
Comes a rattle and hum. | |
Jacob wrestled the angel | |
And the angel was overcome. | |
You plant a demon seed | |
You raise a flower of fire. | |
We see them burnin' crosses | |
See the flames, higher and higher. | |
Woh, woh, bullet the blue sky | |
Bullet the blue sky | |
Bullet the blue | |
Bullet the blue. | |
Suit and tie comes up to me | |
His face red like a rose on a thorn bush | |
Like all the colours of a royal flush | |
And he's peelin' off those dollar bills | |
(Slappin' 'em down) | |
One hundred, two hundred. | |
And I can see those fighter planes | |
And I can see those fighter planes | |
Across the tin huts as children sleep | |
Through the alleys of a quiet city street. | |
Up the staircase to the first floor | |
We turn the key and slowly unlock the door | |
As a man breathes into his saxophone | |
And through the walls you hear the city groan. | |
Outside, is America | |
Outside, is America | |
America. | |
See across the field | |
See the sky ripped open | |
See the rain comin' through the gapin' wound | |
Howlin' the women and children | |
Who run into the arms | |
Of America. |
zuo qu : The Edge Adam Clayton Larry Mullen Bono | |
In the howlin' wind | |
Comes a stingin' rain | |
See it drivin' nails | |
Into the souls on the tree of pain. | |
From the firefly | |
A red orange glow | |
See the face of fear | |
Runnin' scared in the valley below. | |
Bullet the blue sky | |
Bullet the blue sky | |
Bullet the blue | |
Bullet the blue. | |
In the locust wind | |
Comes a rattle and hum. | |
Jacob wrestled the angel | |
And the angel was overcome. | |
You plant a demon seed | |
You raise a flower of fire. | |
We see them burnin' crosses | |
See the flames, higher and higher. | |
Woh, woh, bullet the blue sky | |
Bullet the blue sky | |
Bullet the blue | |
Bullet the blue. | |
Suit and tie comes up to me | |
His face red like a rose on a thorn bush | |
Like all the colours of a royal flush | |
And he' s peelin' off those dollar bills | |
Slappin' ' em down | |
One hundred, two hundred. | |
And I can see those fighter planes | |
And I can see those fighter planes | |
Across the tin huts as children sleep | |
Through the alleys of a quiet city street. | |
Up the staircase to the first floor | |
We turn the key and slowly unlock the door | |
As a man breathes into his saxophone | |
And through the walls you hear the city groan. | |
Outside, is America | |
Outside, is America | |
America. | |
See across the field | |
See the sky ripped open | |
See the rain comin' through the gapin' wound | |
Howlin' the women and children | |
Who run into the arms | |
Of America. |
zuò qǔ : The Edge Adam Clayton Larry Mullen Bono | |
In the howlin' wind | |
Comes a stingin' rain | |
See it drivin' nails | |
Into the souls on the tree of pain. | |
From the firefly | |
A red orange glow | |
See the face of fear | |
Runnin' scared in the valley below. | |
Bullet the blue sky | |
Bullet the blue sky | |
Bullet the blue | |
Bullet the blue. | |
In the locust wind | |
Comes a rattle and hum. | |
Jacob wrestled the angel | |
And the angel was overcome. | |
You plant a demon seed | |
You raise a flower of fire. | |
We see them burnin' crosses | |
See the flames, higher and higher. | |
Woh, woh, bullet the blue sky | |
Bullet the blue sky | |
Bullet the blue | |
Bullet the blue. | |
Suit and tie comes up to me | |
His face red like a rose on a thorn bush | |
Like all the colours of a royal flush | |
And he' s peelin' off those dollar bills | |
Slappin' ' em down | |
One hundred, two hundred. | |
And I can see those fighter planes | |
And I can see those fighter planes | |
Across the tin huts as children sleep | |
Through the alleys of a quiet city street. | |
Up the staircase to the first floor | |
We turn the key and slowly unlock the door | |
As a man breathes into his saxophone | |
And through the walls you hear the city groan. | |
Outside, is America | |
Outside, is America | |
America. | |
See across the field | |
See the sky ripped open | |
See the rain comin' through the gapin' wound | |
Howlin' the women and children | |
Who run into the arms | |
Of America. |