Song | Love Song/new York |
Artist | Lucy Kaplansky |
Album | The Red Thread |
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[ti:Love Songnew York(纯歌词)] | |
[ar:Lucy Kaplansky] | |
[al:] | |
[00:00.00] | 作词 : Morrissey |
[00:18.15] | I remember his frightened eyes |
[00:21.25] | And his mouth so quick to mock |
[00:27.38] | Listening late at night |
[00:29.29] | Surprised by his soft Midwestern talk |
[00:36.02] | In the corner of the cafe |
[00:39.09] | As dark as an eclipse |
[00:43.44] | He tried to smile |
[00:45.47] | But his cheek lines put parentheses around his lips |
[00:53.88] | Walk down Grand Street |
[00:56.39] | The wind would blow us round and round |
[01:01.53] | And all his talk was incomplete |
[01:04.40] | So I just listened to the sound |
[01:11.28] | He could never see my heart |
[01:13.96] | It was a blur back then |
[01:19.03] | But it's true I was the prettiest girl in New York |
[01:22.77] | When I walked down the street with him |
[01:46.00] | We were walking, sort of dancing |
[01:48.56] | Up on the rooftop real slow |
[01:54.94] | Quietly waiting to get stung by Lester Young over that tiny radio |
[02:04.25] | There were so many women in his eyes |
[02:07.17] | I knew he never could be mine |
[02:11.66] | But everyone must die alone |
[02:14.05] | And that's just how some men will always walk the line |
[02:56.52] | It was out at the newsstand |
[02:59.23] | The corner of MacDougal and West Third |
[03:05.37] | He took back his hand and said goodbye |
[03:07.52] | To this day I pretend I never heard |
[03:14.50] | Let the years roll away |
[03:17.42] | Let the seasons disappear |
[03:22.26] | And if I seem to be okay |
[03:24.16] | I'm just thinking of the time I held him near |
ti: Love Songnew York chun ge ci | |
ar: Lucy Kaplansky | |
al: | |
[00:00.00] | zuo ci : Morrissey |
[00:18.15] | I remember his frightened eyes |
[00:21.25] | And his mouth so quick to mock |
[00:27.38] | Listening late at night |
[00:29.29] | Surprised by his soft Midwestern talk |
[00:36.02] | In the corner of the cafe |
[00:39.09] | As dark as an eclipse |
[00:43.44] | He tried to smile |
[00:45.47] | But his cheek lines put parentheses around his lips |
[00:53.88] | Walk down Grand Street |
[00:56.39] | The wind would blow us round and round |
[01:01.53] | And all his talk was incomplete |
[01:04.40] | So I just listened to the sound |
[01:11.28] | He could never see my heart |
[01:13.96] | It was a blur back then |
[01:19.03] | But it' s true I was the prettiest girl in New York |
[01:22.77] | When I walked down the street with him |
[01:46.00] | We were walking, sort of dancing |
[01:48.56] | Up on the rooftop real slow |
[01:54.94] | Quietly waiting to get stung by Lester Young over that tiny radio |
[02:04.25] | There were so many women in his eyes |
[02:07.17] | I knew he never could be mine |
[02:11.66] | But everyone must die alone |
[02:14.05] | And that' s just how some men will always walk the line |
[02:56.52] | It was out at the newsstand |
[02:59.23] | The corner of MacDougal and West Third |
[03:05.37] | He took back his hand and said goodbye |
[03:07.52] | To this day I pretend I never heard |
[03:14.50] | Let the years roll away |
[03:17.42] | Let the seasons disappear |
[03:22.26] | And if I seem to be okay |
[03:24.16] | I' m just thinking of the time I held him near |
ti: Love Songnew York chún gē cí | |
ar: Lucy Kaplansky | |
al: | |
[00:00.00] | zuò cí : Morrissey |
[00:18.15] | I remember his frightened eyes |
[00:21.25] | And his mouth so quick to mock |
[00:27.38] | Listening late at night |
[00:29.29] | Surprised by his soft Midwestern talk |
[00:36.02] | In the corner of the cafe |
[00:39.09] | As dark as an eclipse |
[00:43.44] | He tried to smile |
[00:45.47] | But his cheek lines put parentheses around his lips |
[00:53.88] | Walk down Grand Street |
[00:56.39] | The wind would blow us round and round |
[01:01.53] | And all his talk was incomplete |
[01:04.40] | So I just listened to the sound |
[01:11.28] | He could never see my heart |
[01:13.96] | It was a blur back then |
[01:19.03] | But it' s true I was the prettiest girl in New York |
[01:22.77] | When I walked down the street with him |
[01:46.00] | We were walking, sort of dancing |
[01:48.56] | Up on the rooftop real slow |
[01:54.94] | Quietly waiting to get stung by Lester Young over that tiny radio |
[02:04.25] | There were so many women in his eyes |
[02:07.17] | I knew he never could be mine |
[02:11.66] | But everyone must die alone |
[02:14.05] | And that' s just how some men will always walk the line |
[02:56.52] | It was out at the newsstand |
[02:59.23] | The corner of MacDougal and West Third |
[03:05.37] | He took back his hand and said goodbye |
[03:07.52] | To this day I pretend I never heard |
[03:14.50] | Let the years roll away |
[03:17.42] | Let the seasons disappear |
[03:22.26] | And if I seem to be okay |
[03:24.16] | I' m just thinking of the time I held him near |