Bullet the Blue Sky Lyrics
| Song | Bullet the Blue Sky |
| Artist | U2 |
| Album | Live from Paris 1987 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : The Edge & Adam Clayton & Larry Mullen & Bono | |
| In the howling wind comes a stinging rain | |
| See it driving nails into the souls on a tree of pain | |
| From the firefly a red-orange glow | |
| I see the face of fear | |
| Running scared in the valley below | |
| Bullet the blue sky | |
| Bullet the blue sky | |
| In locust wind comes a rattle and hum | |
| Judith wrestled the angel | |
| And the angel was overcome | |
| She had a demon seed | |
| She rase flower of fire | |
| I see her burning crosses | |
| I see the flames higher and higher | |
| Bullet the blue sky | |
| Bullet the blue sky | |
| And I see her come up to me | |
| Her dress red | |
| Like a rose on a thorn bush | |
| Like all the colors of a royal flush | |
| And she's pealing off those dollar bills | |
| And slapping them down | |
| One hundred | |
| Two hundred | |
| And I can see those fighter planes | |
| And I can see those fighter planes | |
| Across the mud huts where the children sleep | |
| Through the alleys and quiet city streets | |
| Up a staircase to the first floor | |
| I turn the key and slowly unlock the door | |
| A man breathes into a saxophone | |
| Through the walls we hear the city groan | |
| Outside it's America | |
| Outside it's America | |
| 'So I'm back in my hotel room, | |
| With Johnnie Coltrane and the love supreme, | |
| In the next room I hear some woman scream out, | |
| That her lover's turning off, | |
| Turning on the television, | |
| I can't tell the difference between :- | |
| ABC news, Hill Street Blues | |
| And some preacher in the old time gospel hour | |
| Stealing money from the sick and the old | |
| Well the God I believe in ain't short of cash Mister !!' | |
| See across the view | |
| See the sky ripped open | |
| See the rain pounding the women and children | |
| Who run | |
| Into the arms of America...... |
| zuo qu : The Edge Adam Clayton Larry Mullen Bono | |
| In the howling wind comes a stinging rain | |
| See it driving nails into the souls on a tree of pain | |
| From the firefly a redorange glow | |
| I see the face of fear | |
| Running scared in the valley below | |
| Bullet the blue sky | |
| Bullet the blue sky | |
| In locust wind comes a rattle and hum | |
| Judith wrestled the angel | |
| And the angel was overcome | |
| She had a demon seed | |
| She rase flower of fire | |
| I see her burning crosses | |
| I see the flames higher and higher | |
| Bullet the blue sky | |
| Bullet the blue sky | |
| And I see her come up to me | |
| Her dress red | |
| Like a rose on a thorn bush | |
| Like all the colors of a royal flush | |
| And she' s pealing off those dollar bills | |
| And slapping them down | |
| One hundred | |
| Two hundred | |
| And I can see those fighter planes | |
| And I can see those fighter planes | |
| Across the mud huts where the children sleep | |
| Through the alleys and quiet city streets | |
| Up a staircase to the first floor | |
| I turn the key and slowly unlock the door | |
| A man breathes into a saxophone | |
| Through the walls we hear the city groan | |
| Outside it' s America | |
| Outside it' s America | |
| ' So I' m back in my hotel room, | |
| With Johnnie Coltrane and the love supreme, | |
| In the next room I hear some woman scream out, | |
| That her lover' s turning off, | |
| Turning on the television, | |
| I can' t tell the difference between : | |
| ABC news, Hill Street Blues | |
| And some preacher in the old time gospel hour | |
| Stealing money from the sick and the old | |
| Well the God I believe in ain' t short of cash Mister !!' | |
| See across the view | |
| See the sky ripped open | |
| See the rain pounding the women and children | |
| Who run | |
| Into the arms of America...... |
| zuò qǔ : The Edge Adam Clayton Larry Mullen Bono | |
| In the howling wind comes a stinging rain | |
| See it driving nails into the souls on a tree of pain | |
| From the firefly a redorange glow | |
| I see the face of fear | |
| Running scared in the valley below | |
| Bullet the blue sky | |
| Bullet the blue sky | |
| In locust wind comes a rattle and hum | |
| Judith wrestled the angel | |
| And the angel was overcome | |
| She had a demon seed | |
| She rase flower of fire | |
| I see her burning crosses | |
| I see the flames higher and higher | |
| Bullet the blue sky | |
| Bullet the blue sky | |
| And I see her come up to me | |
| Her dress red | |
| Like a rose on a thorn bush | |
| Like all the colors of a royal flush | |
| And she' s pealing off those dollar bills | |
| And slapping them down | |
| One hundred | |
| Two hundred | |
| And I can see those fighter planes | |
| And I can see those fighter planes | |
| Across the mud huts where the children sleep | |
| Through the alleys and quiet city streets | |
| Up a staircase to the first floor | |
| I turn the key and slowly unlock the door | |
| A man breathes into a saxophone | |
| Through the walls we hear the city groan | |
| Outside it' s America | |
| Outside it' s America | |
| ' So I' m back in my hotel room, | |
| With Johnnie Coltrane and the love supreme, | |
| In the next room I hear some woman scream out, | |
| That her lover' s turning off, | |
| Turning on the television, | |
| I can' t tell the difference between : | |
| ABC news, Hill Street Blues | |
| And some preacher in the old time gospel hour | |
| Stealing money from the sick and the old | |
| Well the God I believe in ain' t short of cash Mister !!' | |
| See across the view | |
| See the sky ripped open | |
| See the rain pounding the women and children | |
| Who run | |
| Into the arms of America...... |
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