Song | The Old Measure |
Artist | Daniel Martin Moore |
Album | Stray Age |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.00] | 作曲 : Moore |
[00:17.430] | As a sigh comes finally |
[00:22.530] | At the end of a regret |
[00:27.600] | Some things are just impossible |
[00:31.050] | To forget |
[00:35.650] | My affections and reflections |
[00:40.480] | The many irons in a lasting burn |
[00:45.990] | And each extracts its due |
[00:48.850] | In its own turn |
[00:53.990] | Our small measure, the old measure |
[00:59.100] | Our muscle our mettle our nerve |
[01:04.230] | May temper but can't change |
[01:07.130] | What we deserve |
[01:21.540] | I have read by my own dim light |
[01:26.950] | And of these matters at hand |
[01:31.910] | I recount to you |
[01:34.580] | What truths i can |
[01:39.690] | Our small measure, the old measure |
[01:44.790] | Our muscle our mettle our nerve |
[01:49.950] | May temper but can't change |
[01:52.840] | What we deserve |
[02:48.220] | I have read by my own dim light |
[02:53.610] | And of these matters at hand |
[02:58.700] | I recount to you |
[03:01.470] | What truths i can |
[03:06.430] | Our small measure, the old measure |
[03:11.620] | Our muscle our mettle our nerve |
[03:16.840] | May temper but can't change |
[03:19.730] | What we deserve |
[03:21.670] |
[00:00.00] | zuo qu : Moore |
[00:17.430] | As a sigh comes finally |
[00:22.530] | At the end of a regret |
[00:27.600] | Some things are just impossible |
[00:31.050] | To forget |
[00:35.650] | My affections and reflections |
[00:40.480] | The many irons in a lasting burn |
[00:45.990] | And each extracts its due |
[00:48.850] | In its own turn |
[00:53.990] | Our small measure, the old measure |
[00:59.100] | Our muscle our mettle our nerve |
[01:04.230] | May temper but can' t change |
[01:07.130] | What we deserve |
[01:21.540] | I have read by my own dim light |
[01:26.950] | And of these matters at hand |
[01:31.910] | I recount to you |
[01:34.580] | What truths i can |
[01:39.690] | Our small measure, the old measure |
[01:44.790] | Our muscle our mettle our nerve |
[01:49.950] | May temper but can' t change |
[01:52.840] | What we deserve |
[02:48.220] | I have read by my own dim light |
[02:53.610] | And of these matters at hand |
[02:58.700] | I recount to you |
[03:01.470] | What truths i can |
[03:06.430] | Our small measure, the old measure |
[03:11.620] | Our muscle our mettle our nerve |
[03:16.840] | May temper but can' t change |
[03:19.730] | What we deserve |
[03:21.670] |
[00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Moore |
[00:17.430] | As a sigh comes finally |
[00:22.530] | At the end of a regret |
[00:27.600] | Some things are just impossible |
[00:31.050] | To forget |
[00:35.650] | My affections and reflections |
[00:40.480] | The many irons in a lasting burn |
[00:45.990] | And each extracts its due |
[00:48.850] | In its own turn |
[00:53.990] | Our small measure, the old measure |
[00:59.100] | Our muscle our mettle our nerve |
[01:04.230] | May temper but can' t change |
[01:07.130] | What we deserve |
[01:21.540] | I have read by my own dim light |
[01:26.950] | And of these matters at hand |
[01:31.910] | I recount to you |
[01:34.580] | What truths i can |
[01:39.690] | Our small measure, the old measure |
[01:44.790] | Our muscle our mettle our nerve |
[01:49.950] | May temper but can' t change |
[01:52.840] | What we deserve |
[02:48.220] | I have read by my own dim light |
[02:53.610] | And of these matters at hand |
[02:58.700] | I recount to you |
[03:01.470] | What truths i can |
[03:06.430] | Our small measure, the old measure |
[03:11.620] | Our muscle our mettle our nerve |
[03:16.840] | May temper but can' t change |
[03:19.730] | What we deserve |
[03:21.670] |