Song | Broken records |
Artist | Eric Burdon |
Album | My secret life |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Burdon, Webster | |
Broken records on the ground | |
Paris traffic spinning round and round | |
So I stood there with James Brown | |
A king in a cape of Saturn | |
He's the man with the golden voice | |
And for him there can be no real choise | |
And the years of all the screaming fans | |
Within the years of gladness | |
For we are hungry for what is real | |
There will always be a need for us to feel | |
There will always be something beyond this | |
Cold steel workaday world | |
All computer systems go now | |
And the beat is moving slower now | |
But you stood there like a boxing pro | |
And took off for the stars | |
Cause there is one thing you should know now | |
That your spirit can't be broken | |
And the memory is so sweet | |
To see you alive and kicking | |
For we are hungry for what is real | |
There will always be a need for us to feel | |
There will always be something beyond this | |
Cold steel workaday world | |
This Cold Steel World |
zuo ci : Burdon, Webster | |
Broken records on the ground | |
Paris traffic spinning round and round | |
So I stood there with James Brown | |
A king in a cape of Saturn | |
He' s the man with the golden voice | |
And for him there can be no real choise | |
And the years of all the screaming fans | |
Within the years of gladness | |
For we are hungry for what is real | |
There will always be a need for us to feel | |
There will always be something beyond this | |
Cold steel workaday world | |
All computer systems go now | |
And the beat is moving slower now | |
But you stood there like a boxing pro | |
And took off for the stars | |
Cause there is one thing you should know now | |
That your spirit can' t be broken | |
And the memory is so sweet | |
To see you alive and kicking | |
For we are hungry for what is real | |
There will always be a need for us to feel | |
There will always be something beyond this | |
Cold steel workaday world | |
This Cold Steel World |
zuò cí : Burdon, Webster | |
Broken records on the ground | |
Paris traffic spinning round and round | |
So I stood there with James Brown | |
A king in a cape of Saturn | |
He' s the man with the golden voice | |
And for him there can be no real choise | |
And the years of all the screaming fans | |
Within the years of gladness | |
For we are hungry for what is real | |
There will always be a need for us to feel | |
There will always be something beyond this | |
Cold steel workaday world | |
All computer systems go now | |
And the beat is moving slower now | |
But you stood there like a boxing pro | |
And took off for the stars | |
Cause there is one thing you should know now | |
That your spirit can' t be broken | |
And the memory is so sweet | |
To see you alive and kicking | |
For we are hungry for what is real | |
There will always be a need for us to feel | |
There will always be something beyond this | |
Cold steel workaday world | |
This Cold Steel World |