Song | Cliquot |
Artist | Beirut |
Album | The Flying Club Cup |
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[00:00.00] | 作曲 : Condon, Pallett |
[00:19.54] | A plague in the workhouse, a plague on the poor now |
[00:23.77] | I feed on my drum 'til I'm dead |
[00:29.11] | Yesterday fever, tomorrow St. Peter |
[00:33.13] | I'll feed on my drum until then |
[00:37.68] | What melody will lead my lover from his bed? |
[00:46.76] | What melody will see him in my arms again? |
[00:57.50] | Set fire the foundation and burn out the station |
[01:02.14] | You'll never get nothing of mine |
[01:07.16] | The pane of my window will flicker and glimmer |
[01:11.65] | I won't leave a stitchin' behind |
[01:15.75] | Oh, what melody will lead my lover from his bed? |
[01:25.46] | What melody will see him in my arms again? |
[01:35.09] | Du du du du du du du ... |
[01:56.58] | I'll sing of the walls of the well and the house at the top of the hill |
[02:06.38] | I'll sing of the bottles of wine that we left on our old windowsill |
[02:15.93] | I'll sing of the years you will spend getting sadder and older, oh love |
[02:25.67] | And the cold beyond the rainfall |
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[00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Condon, Pallett |
[00:19.54] | A plague in the workhouse, a plague on the poor now |
[00:23.77] | I feed on my drum ' til I' m dead |
[00:29.11] | Yesterday fever, tomorrow St. Peter |
[00:33.13] | I' ll feed on my drum until then |
[00:37.68] | What melody will lead my lover from his bed? |
[00:46.76] | What melody will see him in my arms again? |
[00:57.50] | Set fire the foundation and burn out the station |
[01:02.14] | You' ll never get nothing of mine |
[01:07.16] | The pane of my window will flicker and glimmer |
[01:11.65] | I won' t leave a stitchin' behind |
[01:15.75] | Oh, what melody will lead my lover from his bed? |
[01:25.46] | What melody will see him in my arms again? |
[01:35.09] | Du du du du du du du ... |
[01:56.58] | I' ll sing of the walls of the well and the house at the top of the hill |
[02:06.38] | I' ll sing of the bottles of wine that we left on our old windowsill |
[02:15.93] | I' ll sing of the years you will spend getting sadder and older, oh love |
[02:25.67] | And the cold beyond the rainfall |