Song | Townes |
Artist | Early Day Miners |
Album | All Harm Ends Here |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Early Day Miners | |
I was born a victim to circumstance, time and chances cold. | |
I believe we were carried by the push and pull, the flood of fools and their lives | |
To wage a battle on the poor. | |
Falling from our ranks, deserting, | |
Withdrawing from our fates, retreating, | |
Falling from our ranks, deserting | |
To the marching of drums, belief goes on; | |
A life admonished and loathed. | |
I would sit with [unintelligible] | |
That the actions chosen forever burden the soul. | |
And [unintelligible] our brothers back home. | |
Falling from our ranks, deserting, | |
Withdrawing from our fates, retreating, | |
Falling from our ranks, deserting | |
To the marching of drums, belief goes on; | |
A life admonished and loathed |
zuo qu : Early Day Miners | |
I was born a victim to circumstance, time and chances cold. | |
I believe we were carried by the push and pull, the flood of fools and their lives | |
To wage a battle on the poor. | |
Falling from our ranks, deserting, | |
Withdrawing from our fates, retreating, | |
Falling from our ranks, deserting | |
To the marching of drums, belief goes on | |
A life admonished and loathed. | |
I would sit with unintelligible | |
That the actions chosen forever burden the soul. | |
And unintelligible our brothers back home. | |
Falling from our ranks, deserting, | |
Withdrawing from our fates, retreating, | |
Falling from our ranks, deserting | |
To the marching of drums, belief goes on | |
A life admonished and loathed |
zuò qǔ : Early Day Miners | |
I was born a victim to circumstance, time and chances cold. | |
I believe we were carried by the push and pull, the flood of fools and their lives | |
To wage a battle on the poor. | |
Falling from our ranks, deserting, | |
Withdrawing from our fates, retreating, | |
Falling from our ranks, deserting | |
To the marching of drums, belief goes on | |
A life admonished and loathed. | |
I would sit with unintelligible | |
That the actions chosen forever burden the soul. | |
And unintelligible our brothers back home. | |
Falling from our ranks, deserting, | |
Withdrawing from our fates, retreating, | |
Falling from our ranks, deserting | |
To the marching of drums, belief goes on | |
A life admonished and loathed |