Song | Abraham Lincoln |
Artist | Clutch |
Album | Strange Cousins from the West |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Clutch | |
Oh Abraham | |
Lincoln carried across the street | |
Oh Abraham | |
Lincoln carried across the street | |
The assassin, the coward shot him in the head | |
The assassin, the serpent struck him then he fled | |
Oh many, many, many people gather to hear the word | |
Oh many, many, many people tremble at what they've heard | |
Snickering drunkards from cover of dark | |
Treachery's their master, murder in their heart | |
From the table rips his chair | |
Cross the people on the stairs | |
Watch the limbs runnin' for | |
All across the empty bar | |
Oh Abraham | |
Lincoln, buried him in his grave | |
Oh Abraham | |
Lincoln, buried him in his grave | |
The assassin, the coward, no grave for you | |
The assassin, the actor, no cross for you | |
From the table rips his chair | |
Cross the people on the stairs | |
Watch the limbs runnin' for | |
All across the empty bar |
zuo qu : Clutch | |
Oh Abraham | |
Lincoln carried across the street | |
Oh Abraham | |
Lincoln carried across the street | |
The assassin, the coward shot him in the head | |
The assassin, the serpent struck him then he fled | |
Oh many, many, many people gather to hear the word | |
Oh many, many, many people tremble at what they' ve heard | |
Snickering drunkards from cover of dark | |
Treachery' s their master, murder in their heart | |
From the table rips his chair | |
Cross the people on the stairs | |
Watch the limbs runnin' for | |
All across the empty bar | |
Oh Abraham | |
Lincoln, buried him in his grave | |
Oh Abraham | |
Lincoln, buried him in his grave | |
The assassin, the coward, no grave for you | |
The assassin, the actor, no cross for you | |
From the table rips his chair | |
Cross the people on the stairs | |
Watch the limbs runnin' for | |
All across the empty bar |
zuò qǔ : Clutch | |
Oh Abraham | |
Lincoln carried across the street | |
Oh Abraham | |
Lincoln carried across the street | |
The assassin, the coward shot him in the head | |
The assassin, the serpent struck him then he fled | |
Oh many, many, many people gather to hear the word | |
Oh many, many, many people tremble at what they' ve heard | |
Snickering drunkards from cover of dark | |
Treachery' s their master, murder in their heart | |
From the table rips his chair | |
Cross the people on the stairs | |
Watch the limbs runnin' for | |
All across the empty bar | |
Oh Abraham | |
Lincoln, buried him in his grave | |
Oh Abraham | |
Lincoln, buried him in his grave | |
The assassin, the coward, no grave for you | |
The assassin, the actor, no cross for you | |
From the table rips his chair | |
Cross the people on the stairs | |
Watch the limbs runnin' for | |
All across the empty bar |