Song | Joan Of Arc |
Artist | 齐豫 |
Artist | Reggie Verghese |
Album | Paradise Bird |
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[00:50.760] | Now the flames they followed Joan of Arc |
[00:57.440] | As she came riding through the dark |
[01:01.790] | No moon to keep her armor bright |
[01:07.160] | No man to get her through this dark and smoky night |
[01:17.860] | She said:"I'm tired of the war. |
[01:24.410] | I want the kind of work I had before. |
[01:29.300] | A wedding dress of something white. |
[01:34.259] | To wear upon my swollen appetite. |
[01:46.160] | La…… |
[02:11.860] | Well,I'm glad to hear you talk this way |
[02:18.900] | I've watched you riding everyday. |
[02:22.860] | And there's something in me that yearns to win |
[02:29.530] | Such a cold,such a lonesome heroine. |
[02:39.220] | And who are you? She sternly spoke |
[02:45.870] | To the one beneath the smoke |
[02:51.400] | Why I'm fire.He replied |
[02:55.510] | And I love your solitude, |
[02:59.600] | I love your pride. La……. |
[03:32.890] | Well then fire make your body cold. |
[03:39.530] | I'm gonna give you mine to hold. |
[03:44.0] | And saying this,she climbed inside |
[03:49.430] | To be his one,to be his only bride |
[04:00.220] | Then deep into his fiery heart |
[04:06.660] | He took the dust of Joan of Arc |
[04:11.320] | And high above all these wedding guests |
[04:17.470] | He hung the ashes of her lovely wedding dress,La…… |
[04:53.659] | It was deep into his fiery heart |
[05:00.480] | He took the dust of Joan of Arc |
[05:05.400] | And then she clearly understood |
[05:10.220] | If he was fire |
[05:13.160] | Oh,she must be wood |
[05:21.380] | I saw her wince I saw her cry |
[05:27.410] | I saw that glory in her eye |
[05:32.400] | Myself,I've longed for love and lace |
[05:37.360] | But must it come so cruel |
[05:41.980] | Must it be so brave, |
[05:50.700] | La…… |
[07:48.710] |
[00:50.760] | Now the flames they followed Joan of Arc |
[00:57.440] | As she came riding through the dark |
[01:01.790] | No moon to keep her armor bright |
[01:07.160] | No man to get her through this dark and smoky night |
[01:17.860] | She said:" I m tired of the war. |
[01:24.410] | I want the kind of work I had before. |
[01:29.300] | A wedding dress of something white. |
[01:34.259] | To wear upon my swollen appetite. |
[01:46.160] | La |
[02:11.860] | Well, I m glad to hear you talk this way |
[02:18.900] | I ve watched you riding everyday. |
[02:22.860] | And there s something in me that yearns to win |
[02:29.530] | Such a cold, such a lonesome heroine. |
[02:39.220] | And who are you? She sternly spoke |
[02:45.870] | To the one beneath the smoke |
[02:51.400] | Why I m fire. He replied |
[02:55.510] | And I love your solitude, |
[02:59.600] | I love your pride. La. |
[03:32.890] | Well then fire make your body cold. |
[03:39.530] | I m gonna give you mine to hold. |
[03:44.0] | And saying this, she climbed inside |
[03:49.430] | To be his one, to be his only bride |
[04:00.220] | Then deep into his fiery heart |
[04:06.660] | He took the dust of Joan of Arc |
[04:11.320] | And high above all these wedding guests |
[04:17.470] | He hung the ashes of her lovely wedding dress, La |
[04:53.659] | It was deep into his fiery heart |
[05:00.480] | He took the dust of Joan of Arc |
[05:05.400] | And then she clearly understood |
[05:10.220] | If he was fire |
[05:13.160] | Oh, she must be wood |
[05:21.380] | I saw her wince I saw her cry |
[05:27.410] | I saw that glory in her eye |
[05:32.400] | Myself, I ve longed for love and lace |
[05:37.360] | But must it come so cruel |
[05:41.980] | Must it be so brave, |
[05:50.700] | La |
[07:48.710] |
[00:50.760] | Now the flames they followed Joan of Arc |
[00:57.440] | As she came riding through the dark |
[01:01.790] | No moon to keep her armor bright |
[01:07.160] | No man to get her through this dark and smoky night |
[01:17.860] | She said:" I m tired of the war. |
[01:24.410] | I want the kind of work I had before. |
[01:29.300] | A wedding dress of something white. |
[01:34.259] | To wear upon my swollen appetite. |
[01:46.160] | La |
[02:11.860] | Well, I m glad to hear you talk this way |
[02:18.900] | I ve watched you riding everyday. |
[02:22.860] | And there s something in me that yearns to win |
[02:29.530] | Such a cold, such a lonesome heroine. |
[02:39.220] | And who are you? She sternly spoke |
[02:45.870] | To the one beneath the smoke |
[02:51.400] | Why I m fire. He replied |
[02:55.510] | And I love your solitude, |
[02:59.600] | I love your pride. La. |
[03:32.890] | Well then fire make your body cold. |
[03:39.530] | I m gonna give you mine to hold. |
[03:44.0] | And saying this, she climbed inside |
[03:49.430] | To be his one, to be his only bride |
[04:00.220] | Then deep into his fiery heart |
[04:06.660] | He took the dust of Joan of Arc |
[04:11.320] | And high above all these wedding guests |
[04:17.470] | He hung the ashes of her lovely wedding dress, La |
[04:53.659] | It was deep into his fiery heart |
[05:00.480] | He took the dust of Joan of Arc |
[05:05.400] | And then she clearly understood |
[05:10.220] | If he was fire |
[05:13.160] | Oh, she must be wood |
[05:21.380] | I saw her wince I saw her cry |
[05:27.410] | I saw that glory in her eye |
[05:32.400] | Myself, I ve longed for love and lace |
[05:37.360] | But must it come so cruel |
[05:41.980] | Must it be so brave, |
[05:50.700] | La |
[07:48.710] |