Song | Rockabye |
Artist | Ani DiFranco |
Album | Like I Said |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : DiFranco | |
Tending the garden of noise | |
When i grow the traffic | |
And the churchbells | |
And the neighborhood boys | |
Singing to myself | |
As the solitude sets in | |
In tune with the symphony | |
Of south brooklyn | |
I sing | |
Rockabye, rockabye baby | |
Rockabye, the baby that is me | |
Rockabye, rockabye baby | |
Rockabye til i'm fast asleep | |
The tunnel is train torn | |
The tracks are worn and sore | |
I can feel the rattle | |
Riding up through the floor | |
She jumped the turnstyle | |
He paid for his ride | |
I am the echo in the station | |
Where their footfalls collide | |
I left her at the epicenter | |
We were trembling dutifully | |
I left him too | |
I left parts of me | |
Singing rockabye... | |
I said today i am leaving | |
In every sense of the word | |
But i'm in love with your memory already | |
Everything i've seen and heard | |
And i will go singing | |
As the solitude sets in | |
In time with the rythym | |
Of everywhere i have been | |
It sounds like rockabye... |
zuo ci : DiFranco | |
Tending the garden of noise | |
When i grow the traffic | |
And the churchbells | |
And the neighborhood boys | |
Singing to myself | |
As the solitude sets in | |
In tune with the symphony | |
Of south brooklyn | |
I sing | |
Rockabye, rockabye baby | |
Rockabye, the baby that is me | |
Rockabye, rockabye baby | |
Rockabye til i' m fast asleep | |
The tunnel is train torn | |
The tracks are worn and sore | |
I can feel the rattle | |
Riding up through the floor | |
She jumped the turnstyle | |
He paid for his ride | |
I am the echo in the station | |
Where their footfalls collide | |
I left her at the epicenter | |
We were trembling dutifully | |
I left him too | |
I left parts of me | |
Singing rockabye... | |
I said today i am leaving | |
In every sense of the word | |
But i' m in love with your memory already | |
Everything i' ve seen and heard | |
And i will go singing | |
As the solitude sets in | |
In time with the rythym | |
Of everywhere i have been | |
It sounds like rockabye... |
zuò cí : DiFranco | |
Tending the garden of noise | |
When i grow the traffic | |
And the churchbells | |
And the neighborhood boys | |
Singing to myself | |
As the solitude sets in | |
In tune with the symphony | |
Of south brooklyn | |
I sing | |
Rockabye, rockabye baby | |
Rockabye, the baby that is me | |
Rockabye, rockabye baby | |
Rockabye til i' m fast asleep | |
The tunnel is train torn | |
The tracks are worn and sore | |
I can feel the rattle | |
Riding up through the floor | |
She jumped the turnstyle | |
He paid for his ride | |
I am the echo in the station | |
Where their footfalls collide | |
I left her at the epicenter | |
We were trembling dutifully | |
I left him too | |
I left parts of me | |
Singing rockabye... | |
I said today i am leaving | |
In every sense of the word | |
But i' m in love with your memory already | |
Everything i' ve seen and heard | |
And i will go singing | |
As the solitude sets in | |
In time with the rythym | |
Of everywhere i have been | |
It sounds like rockabye... |