| Song | Morning Is Broken |
| Artist | Lloyd Cole |
| Album | Bad Vibes |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Lloyd Cole | |
| 作词 : Cole | |
| You used to be mean | |
| You used to be cruel | |
| But you were laughing then | |
| And it was no accident | |
| Where did the mean man go | |
| Is he chasing his shadow | |
| Is he unhappy to report | |
| That the gentleman he found is a terrible bore | |
| You know it all | |
| You've got all the answers | |
| But if that's the case | |
| What's with the long face | |
| It's very easy to be brave | |
| With your good foot in the grave | |
| It's very easy to be cold | |
| When there's no one in the world you want to know | |
| It's very easy to be suave | |
| When you're on your guard | |
| Like you always are | |
| The sun goes down and now the shadows arise | |
| And morning is broken as you mourn your life | |
| You smile at your neighbors as you lock your doors | |
| You face up the mirror, mister pimp or whore | |
| Is it hard to let go | |
| At the foot of the rainbow | |
| Just to be informed | |
| That the chase was your reward | |
| Here have a crock of gold | |
| Keep it for when you're old | |
| Like a week on tuesday | |
| Hey wise man say | |
| It's very easy to be brave | |
| With your good foot in the grave | |
| It's very easy to be cold | |
| When there's nowhere in the world you want to go | |
| It's very easy to be suave | |
| When you're on your guard | |
| Like you always are | |
| The sun goes down and now the shadows arise | |
| And morning is broken as you mourn your life | |
| You smile at your neighbors as you lock your doors | |
| You face up the mirror, mister pimp or whore | |
| The sun goes down and now the shadows arise | |
| And morning is broken as you mourn your life | |
| You smile at your neighbors as you lock your doors | |
| The morning is broken, mister pimp or whore | |
| Put me in the ground | |
| Put me in the ground | |
| Come on put me in the ground | |
| The morning is broken | |
| (the morning is broken as you mourn your life) | |
| Come on put me in the ground | |
| (the sun goes down and now the shadows arise) | |
| Come on come on put me in the ground | |
| (the morning is broken as you mourn your life) | |
| The morning is broken | |
| The sun goes down and now the shadows arise | |
| And morning is broken as you mourn your life |
| zuo qu : Lloyd Cole | |
| zuo ci : Cole | |
| You used to be mean | |
| You used to be cruel | |
| But you were laughing then | |
| And it was no accident | |
| Where did the mean man go | |
| Is he chasing his shadow | |
| Is he unhappy to report | |
| That the gentleman he found is a terrible bore | |
| You know it all | |
| You' ve got all the answers | |
| But if that' s the case | |
| What' s with the long face | |
| It' s very easy to be brave | |
| With your good foot in the grave | |
| It' s very easy to be cold | |
| When there' s no one in the world you want to know | |
| It' s very easy to be suave | |
| When you' re on your guard | |
| Like you always are | |
| The sun goes down and now the shadows arise | |
| And morning is broken as you mourn your life | |
| You smile at your neighbors as you lock your doors | |
| You face up the mirror, mister pimp or whore | |
| Is it hard to let go | |
| At the foot of the rainbow | |
| Just to be informed | |
| That the chase was your reward | |
| Here have a crock of gold | |
| Keep it for when you' re old | |
| Like a week on tuesday | |
| Hey wise man say | |
| It' s very easy to be brave | |
| With your good foot in the grave | |
| It' s very easy to be cold | |
| When there' s nowhere in the world you want to go | |
| It' s very easy to be suave | |
| When you' re on your guard | |
| Like you always are | |
| The sun goes down and now the shadows arise | |
| And morning is broken as you mourn your life | |
| You smile at your neighbors as you lock your doors | |
| You face up the mirror, mister pimp or whore | |
| The sun goes down and now the shadows arise | |
| And morning is broken as you mourn your life | |
| You smile at your neighbors as you lock your doors | |
| The morning is broken, mister pimp or whore | |
| Put me in the ground | |
| Put me in the ground | |
| Come on put me in the ground | |
| The morning is broken | |
| the morning is broken as you mourn your life | |
| Come on put me in the ground | |
| the sun goes down and now the shadows arise | |
| Come on come on put me in the ground | |
| the morning is broken as you mourn your life | |
| The morning is broken | |
| The sun goes down and now the shadows arise | |
| And morning is broken as you mourn your life |
| zuò qǔ : Lloyd Cole | |
| zuò cí : Cole | |
| You used to be mean | |
| You used to be cruel | |
| But you were laughing then | |
| And it was no accident | |
| Where did the mean man go | |
| Is he chasing his shadow | |
| Is he unhappy to report | |
| That the gentleman he found is a terrible bore | |
| You know it all | |
| You' ve got all the answers | |
| But if that' s the case | |
| What' s with the long face | |
| It' s very easy to be brave | |
| With your good foot in the grave | |
| It' s very easy to be cold | |
| When there' s no one in the world you want to know | |
| It' s very easy to be suave | |
| When you' re on your guard | |
| Like you always are | |
| The sun goes down and now the shadows arise | |
| And morning is broken as you mourn your life | |
| You smile at your neighbors as you lock your doors | |
| You face up the mirror, mister pimp or whore | |
| Is it hard to let go | |
| At the foot of the rainbow | |
| Just to be informed | |
| That the chase was your reward | |
| Here have a crock of gold | |
| Keep it for when you' re old | |
| Like a week on tuesday | |
| Hey wise man say | |
| It' s very easy to be brave | |
| With your good foot in the grave | |
| It' s very easy to be cold | |
| When there' s nowhere in the world you want to go | |
| It' s very easy to be suave | |
| When you' re on your guard | |
| Like you always are | |
| The sun goes down and now the shadows arise | |
| And morning is broken as you mourn your life | |
| You smile at your neighbors as you lock your doors | |
| You face up the mirror, mister pimp or whore | |
| The sun goes down and now the shadows arise | |
| And morning is broken as you mourn your life | |
| You smile at your neighbors as you lock your doors | |
| The morning is broken, mister pimp or whore | |
| Put me in the ground | |
| Put me in the ground | |
| Come on put me in the ground | |
| The morning is broken | |
| the morning is broken as you mourn your life | |
| Come on put me in the ground | |
| the sun goes down and now the shadows arise | |
| Come on come on put me in the ground | |
| the morning is broken as you mourn your life | |
| The morning is broken | |
| The sun goes down and now the shadows arise | |
| And morning is broken as you mourn your life |