| 作曲 : Moor | |
| There ain't nothing so very good | |
| As this love in its morning | |
| When it comes with its promises | |
| And leaves without warning | |
| There ain't nothing | |
| I can do about | |
| This fever in my head | |
| Oh, things | |
| I can't say out loud | |
| Things that | |
| I dread There ain't nothing so bad, now | |
| As a good man done wrong | |
| There's blood on my hands | |
| Honey now- | |
| What have | |
| I done Honey, what have | |
| I done... | |
| One day I woke up | |
| Forgot all my dreams | |
| And it's driving me to distraction, honey | |
| Would you listen to me please | |
| Every man is a prisoner | |
| Of his own desire | |
| Oh, a good man got done some wrong | |
| Gets caught in its fire | |
| There ain't nothing so bad, now | |
| As a good man done wrong | |
| There's blood on my hands | |
| Honey now, what have we done | |
| Honey what have we done (...It was a slip of the tonue Now the plague has begun...) |
| zuo qu : Moor | |
| There ain' t nothing so very good | |
| As this love in its morning | |
| When it comes with its promises | |
| And leaves without warning | |
| There ain' t nothing | |
| I can do about | |
| This fever in my head | |
| Oh, things | |
| I can' t say out loud | |
| Things that | |
| I dread There ain' t nothing so bad, now | |
| As a good man done wrong | |
| There' s blood on my hands | |
| Honey now | |
| What have | |
| I done Honey, what have | |
| I done... | |
| One day I woke up | |
| Forgot all my dreams | |
| And it' s driving me to distraction, honey | |
| Would you listen to me please | |
| Every man is a prisoner | |
| Of his own desire | |
| Oh, a good man got done some wrong | |
| Gets caught in its fire | |
| There ain' t nothing so bad, now | |
| As a good man done wrong | |
| There' s blood on my hands | |
| Honey now, what have we done | |
| Honey what have we done ... It was a slip of the tonue Now the plague has begun... |
| zuò qǔ : Moor | |
| There ain' t nothing so very good | |
| As this love in its morning | |
| When it comes with its promises | |
| And leaves without warning | |
| There ain' t nothing | |
| I can do about | |
| This fever in my head | |
| Oh, things | |
| I can' t say out loud | |
| Things that | |
| I dread There ain' t nothing so bad, now | |
| As a good man done wrong | |
| There' s blood on my hands | |
| Honey now | |
| What have | |
| I done Honey, what have | |
| I done... | |
| One day I woke up | |
| Forgot all my dreams | |
| And it' s driving me to distraction, honey | |
| Would you listen to me please | |
| Every man is a prisoner | |
| Of his own desire | |
| Oh, a good man got done some wrong | |
| Gets caught in its fire | |
| There ain' t nothing so bad, now | |
| As a good man done wrong | |
| There' s blood on my hands | |
| Honey now, what have we done | |
| Honey what have we done ... It was a slip of the tonue Now the plague has begun... |
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