Song | Laredo Tornado |
Artist | Electric Light Orchestra |
Album | Eldorado |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Lynne | |
Summer days, where did you go? | |
You've let me down so bad. | |
Clouds fill the sky, | |
Gone is the dream, | |
My happy hunting ground. | |
Wild buffalo played and I never saw a rainy day. | |
But it looks like summer days ain't coming back. | |
March, April, May, June and July, | |
You took me for a fail. | |
Big chief, he lie. | |
Cold wind blows cruel, so cold to make you die. | |
Mountain breeze, ocean bay and I never saw a rainy day. | |
But it looks like them summer days ain't coming back. | |
Laredo Tornado, | |
Adios amigos. | |
What can you do when your dreamworld is gone | |
And your friends and lovers too? | |
West Winter Street under the ground, | |
The air that makes you choke. | |
Towers of concrete, hellish go-round, | |
Were there when I awoke. | |
City sky pouring down with rain | |
That can never hope to ease the pain. | |
And it looks like summer days ain't coming back. | |
Laredo Tornado, | |
Adios amigos. | |
Laredo Tornado, | |
Adios amigos. |
zuo qu : Lynne | |
Summer days, where did you go? | |
You' ve let me down so bad. | |
Clouds fill the sky, | |
Gone is the dream, | |
My happy hunting ground. | |
Wild buffalo played and I never saw a rainy day. | |
But it looks like summer days ain' t coming back. | |
March, April, May, June and July, | |
You took me for a fail. | |
Big chief, he lie. | |
Cold wind blows cruel, so cold to make you die. | |
Mountain breeze, ocean bay and I never saw a rainy day. | |
But it looks like them summer days ain' t coming back. | |
Laredo Tornado, | |
Adios amigos. | |
What can you do when your dreamworld is gone | |
And your friends and lovers too? | |
West Winter Street under the ground, | |
The air that makes you choke. | |
Towers of concrete, hellish goround, | |
Were there when I awoke. | |
City sky pouring down with rain | |
That can never hope to ease the pain. | |
And it looks like summer days ain' t coming back. | |
Laredo Tornado, | |
Adios amigos. | |
Laredo Tornado, | |
Adios amigos. |
zuò qǔ : Lynne | |
Summer days, where did you go? | |
You' ve let me down so bad. | |
Clouds fill the sky, | |
Gone is the dream, | |
My happy hunting ground. | |
Wild buffalo played and I never saw a rainy day. | |
But it looks like summer days ain' t coming back. | |
March, April, May, June and July, | |
You took me for a fail. | |
Big chief, he lie. | |
Cold wind blows cruel, so cold to make you die. | |
Mountain breeze, ocean bay and I never saw a rainy day. | |
But it looks like them summer days ain' t coming back. | |
Laredo Tornado, | |
Adios amigos. | |
What can you do when your dreamworld is gone | |
And your friends and lovers too? | |
West Winter Street under the ground, | |
The air that makes you choke. | |
Towers of concrete, hellish goround, | |
Were there when I awoke. | |
City sky pouring down with rain | |
That can never hope to ease the pain. | |
And it looks like summer days ain' t coming back. | |
Laredo Tornado, | |
Adios amigos. | |
Laredo Tornado, | |
Adios amigos. |