Song | Save His Soul |
Artist | Blues Traveler |
Album | Save His Soul |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Hill | |
Hot lights across his face | |
They told him he was just a disgrace | |
Stripped down like a frightened child | |
A shadow stood before him | |
He thought he saw a smile | |
Guilty of nothing more than fear | |
It was the dogs of war that sent him here | |
Caught across enemy lines | |
Shot in the back | |
Now he's running out of time | |
They all said they loved him | |
Where were they all now? | |
Thinking about his hometown | |
Back in New | |
York CityA slap across his face | |
Brings him back to this painful place | |
He would not talk, | |
God save his soul | |
They took him out and beat him | |
His mind felt cold | |
A change takes place | |
It makes you feel numb | |
Realizing you're just a man | |
Can make your soul want to run | |
Standing in the firing line | |
The smoke fills his lungs one last time | |
And with his last breath he cries out"Dear God what have I done?" | |
A shot rings out |
zuo ci : Hill | |
Hot lights across his face | |
They told him he was just a disgrace | |
Stripped down like a frightened child | |
A shadow stood before him | |
He thought he saw a smile | |
Guilty of nothing more than fear | |
It was the dogs of war that sent him here | |
Caught across enemy lines | |
Shot in the back | |
Now he' s running out of time | |
They all said they loved him | |
Where were they all now? | |
Thinking about his hometown | |
Back in New | |
York CityA slap across his face | |
Brings him back to this painful place | |
He would not talk, | |
God save his soul | |
They took him out and beat him | |
His mind felt cold | |
A change takes place | |
It makes you feel numb | |
Realizing you' re just a man | |
Can make your soul want to run | |
Standing in the firing line | |
The smoke fills his lungs one last time | |
And with his last breath he cries out" Dear God what have I done?" | |
A shot rings out |
zuò cí : Hill | |
Hot lights across his face | |
They told him he was just a disgrace | |
Stripped down like a frightened child | |
A shadow stood before him | |
He thought he saw a smile | |
Guilty of nothing more than fear | |
It was the dogs of war that sent him here | |
Caught across enemy lines | |
Shot in the back | |
Now he' s running out of time | |
They all said they loved him | |
Where were they all now? | |
Thinking about his hometown | |
Back in New | |
York CityA slap across his face | |
Brings him back to this painful place | |
He would not talk, | |
God save his soul | |
They took him out and beat him | |
His mind felt cold | |
A change takes place | |
It makes you feel numb | |
Realizing you' re just a man | |
Can make your soul want to run | |
Standing in the firing line | |
The smoke fills his lungs one last time | |
And with his last breath he cries out" Dear God what have I done?" | |
A shot rings out |