Song | When Smokey Sings - Edit |
Artist | ABC |
Album | Alphabet City |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Martin Fry & Mark White | |
作词 : Martin Fry, Mark White | |
Debonair lullabies in melodies revealed | |
In deep despair on lonely nights | |
He knows just how you feel | |
The slyest rhymes - the sharpest suits | |
In miracles made real | |
Like a bird in flight on a hot sweet night | |
You know you're right just to hold her tight | |
He soothes it right - makes it outtasite | |
And everything's good in the world tonight! | |
When Smokey sings - I hear violins | |
When Smokey sings - I forget everything | |
As she's packing her things | |
As she's spreading her wings | |
The front door might slam | |
But the back door it rings | |
And Smokey sings... he sings | |
Elegance in eloquence - for sale or rent or hire | |
Should I say - yes I match his best | |
Then I would be a liar | |
Symphonies that soothe the rage | |
When lovers' hearts catch fire | |
Like a bird in flight on a hot sweet night | |
You know you're right just to hold her tight | |
He soothes it right - makes it outtasite | |
And everything's good in the world tonight! | |
When Smokey sings - I hear violins | |
When Smokey sings - I forget everything | |
As she's packing her things | |
As she's spreading her wings | |
Smashing the hell | |
With the heaven she brings | |
Then Smokey sings... he sings | |
Luther croons | |
Sly's the original - originator | |
James screams | |
Marvin was the only innovator | |
But nothing can compare | |
Nothing can compare | |
When Smokey sings | |
When Smokey sings - I hear violins | |
When Smokey sings - I forget everything | |
As she's packing her things | |
As she's spreading her wings | |
She threw back the ring | |
When Smokey sings... | |
Smokey sings... | |
Smokey sings... |
zuo qu : Martin Fry Mark White | |
zuo ci : Martin Fry, Mark White | |
Debonair lullabies in melodies revealed | |
In deep despair on lonely nights | |
He knows just how you feel | |
The slyest rhymes the sharpest suits | |
In miracles made real | |
Like a bird in flight on a hot sweet night | |
You know you' re right just to hold her tight | |
He soothes it right makes it outtasite | |
And everything' s good in the world tonight! | |
When Smokey sings I hear violins | |
When Smokey sings I forget everything | |
As she' s packing her things | |
As she' s spreading her wings | |
The front door might slam | |
But the back door it rings | |
And Smokey sings... he sings | |
Elegance in eloquence for sale or rent or hire | |
Should I say yes I match his best | |
Then I would be a liar | |
Symphonies that soothe the rage | |
When lovers' hearts catch fire | |
Like a bird in flight on a hot sweet night | |
You know you' re right just to hold her tight | |
He soothes it right makes it outtasite | |
And everything' s good in the world tonight! | |
When Smokey sings I hear violins | |
When Smokey sings I forget everything | |
As she' s packing her things | |
As she' s spreading her wings | |
Smashing the hell | |
With the heaven she brings | |
Then Smokey sings... he sings | |
Luther croons | |
Sly' s the original originator | |
James screams | |
Marvin was the only innovator | |
But nothing can compare | |
Nothing can compare | |
When Smokey sings | |
When Smokey sings I hear violins | |
When Smokey sings I forget everything | |
As she' s packing her things | |
As she' s spreading her wings | |
She threw back the ring | |
When Smokey sings... | |
Smokey sings... | |
Smokey sings... |
zuò qǔ : Martin Fry Mark White | |
zuò cí : Martin Fry, Mark White | |
Debonair lullabies in melodies revealed | |
In deep despair on lonely nights | |
He knows just how you feel | |
The slyest rhymes the sharpest suits | |
In miracles made real | |
Like a bird in flight on a hot sweet night | |
You know you' re right just to hold her tight | |
He soothes it right makes it outtasite | |
And everything' s good in the world tonight! | |
When Smokey sings I hear violins | |
When Smokey sings I forget everything | |
As she' s packing her things | |
As she' s spreading her wings | |
The front door might slam | |
But the back door it rings | |
And Smokey sings... he sings | |
Elegance in eloquence for sale or rent or hire | |
Should I say yes I match his best | |
Then I would be a liar | |
Symphonies that soothe the rage | |
When lovers' hearts catch fire | |
Like a bird in flight on a hot sweet night | |
You know you' re right just to hold her tight | |
He soothes it right makes it outtasite | |
And everything' s good in the world tonight! | |
When Smokey sings I hear violins | |
When Smokey sings I forget everything | |
As she' s packing her things | |
As she' s spreading her wings | |
Smashing the hell | |
With the heaven she brings | |
Then Smokey sings... he sings | |
Luther croons | |
Sly' s the original originator | |
James screams | |
Marvin was the only innovator | |
But nothing can compare | |
Nothing can compare | |
When Smokey sings | |
When Smokey sings I hear violins | |
When Smokey sings I forget everything | |
As she' s packing her things | |
As she' s spreading her wings | |
She threw back the ring | |
When Smokey sings... | |
Smokey sings... | |
Smokey sings... |