| Song | Stations Of The Cross |
| Artist | Elvis Costello |
| Album | National Ransom |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作曲 : Costello |
| [00:01.00] | 作词 : Costello |
| [00:24.10] | The tempest blows up from a squall |
| [00:27.01] | |
| [00:28.03] | Past the cape of bad conscience |
| [00:30.20] | |
| [00:30.70] | Into the gulf of the cauldron |
| [00:33.58] | Roars over the coastline to batter and flatten |
| [00:38.40] | |
| [00:39.33] | Exposing the roots like the dyed hair of slattern |
| [00:44.39] | |
| [00:46.92] | Scrapper and mauler in a rope ring this small |
| [00:50.51] | |
| [00:52.56] | Outside the wind is punching |
| [00:55.74] | |
| [00:56.86] | There's no one to hear it |
| [00:58.94] | |
| [00:59.63] | No one hears the bell ring |
| [01:01.76] | |
| [01:02.34] | Except the one who comes to fear it |
| [01:04.65] | |
| [01:05.17] | And they continue to brawl |
| [01:07.01] | |
| [01:09.63] | He's buying his way into heaven I suppose |
| [01:13.65] | |
| [01:15.11] | He weeps at the blows |
| [01:19.91] | |
| [01:20.86] | But down in a location that we cannot disclose |
| [01:25.29] | |
| [01:26.51] | He turns the dial slowly |
| [01:29.61] | |
| [01:32.13] | Through the stations to the cross |
| [01:34.88] | |
| [01:38.29] | Crowd done up dandy |
| [01:39.67] | |
| [01:40.85] | In diamonds and finery |
| [01:42.52] | |
| [01:43.96] | Baying and howling |
| [01:45.36] | |
| [01:46.50] | All blood lusty calling |
| [01:48.25] | |
| [01:49.69] | Fists like pistons |
| [01:51.19] | |
| [01:52.50] | Faces like meat spoiling |
| [01:53.95] | |
| [01:55.35] | Haul boys haul bully boys haul |
| [01:59.65] | |
| [02:05.41] | Later that evening |
| [02:07.73] | Molly and her gunman |
| [02:09.27] | |
| [02:10.81] | Go down the stairs to a dive like a dungeon |
| [02:13.82] | |
| [02:15.34] | Meanwhile in the backroom there's a girl like a sponge |
| [02:19.64] | |
| [02:20.85] | Saying bring him in long as a constable's truncheon |
| [02:25.94] | |
| [02:28.35] | The gunman wants Molly to kingdom come |
| [02:31.59] | |
| [02:33.68] | Then blows them all to the hereafter |
| [02:36.54] | |
| [02:37.96] | Who's scuttling away now and hidden from our view |
| [02:43.65] | |
| [02:44.57] | Who tightened the tourniquet turning her blue |
| [02:48.12] | |
| [02:50.75] | They're hurling themselves into heaven I suppose |
| [02:55.16] | |
| [02:56.51] | Before the gates are closed |
| [03:00.90] | |
| [03:02.55] | But down in a location that we cannot disclose |
| [03:06.55] | |
| [03:08.08] | They'll turn the dial slowly |
| [03:11.05] | |
| [03:13.62] | Through the stations to the cross |
| [03:16.43] | |
| [03:19.52] | The gale of hale laughter |
| [03:21.19] | |
| [03:22.52] | Scales up the ivory |
| [03:24.11] | |
| [03:25.33] | The black keys of her fine whine descend into the minor |
| [03:29.95] | |
| [03:31.11] | Die away breathless |
| [03:32.62] | |
| [03:33.56] | Diminishing behind her |
| [03:35.35] | |
| [03:36.81] | Haul boys haul bully boys haul |
| [03:41.16] | |
| [03:46.82] | The water came up to the eaves |
| [03:49.96] | |
| [03:51.52] | You'd think someone had opened a valve |
| [03:55.36] | |
| [03:56.56] | It's too soon to stay now and too late to leave |
| [04:01.22] | |
| [04:02.31] | So spare your remorse all the way up to Calvary |
| [04:07.20] | |
| [04:09.43] | They're hurling themselves into heaven I suppose |
| [04:13.56] | |
| [04:15.12] | Before the gates are closed |
| [04:19.77] | |
| [04:21.04] | But down in a location that we cannot disclose |
| [04:25.14] | |
| [04:26.78] | Turning the dial slowly |
| [04:29.80] | |
| [04:32.17] | Through the stations to the cross |
| [04:34.97] | |
| [04:37.88] | Through the stations to the cross |
| [04:40.83] | |
| [04:43.66] | Through the stations to the cross |
| [04:46.63] |
| [00:00.00] | zuo qu : Costello |
| [00:01.00] | zuo ci : Costello |
| [00:24.10] | The tempest blows up from a squall |
| [00:27.01] | |
| [00:28.03] | Past the cape of bad conscience |
| [00:30.20] | |
| [00:30.70] | Into the gulf of the cauldron |
| [00:33.58] | Roars over the coastline to batter and flatten |
| [00:38.40] | |
| [00:39.33] | Exposing the roots like the dyed hair of slattern |
| [00:44.39] | |
| [00:46.92] | Scrapper and mauler in a rope ring this small |
| [00:50.51] | |
| [00:52.56] | Outside the wind is punching |
| [00:55.74] | |
| [00:56.86] | There' s no one to hear it |
| [00:58.94] | |
| [00:59.63] | No one hears the bell ring |
| [01:01.76] | |
| [01:02.34] | Except the one who comes to fear it |
| [01:04.65] | |
| [01:05.17] | And they continue to brawl |
| [01:07.01] | |
| [01:09.63] | He' s buying his way into heaven I suppose |
| [01:13.65] | |
| [01:15.11] | He weeps at the blows |
| [01:19.91] | |
| [01:20.86] | But down in a location that we cannot disclose |
| [01:25.29] | |
| [01:26.51] | He turns the dial slowly |
| [01:29.61] | |
| [01:32.13] | Through the stations to the cross |
| [01:34.88] | |
| [01:38.29] | Crowd done up dandy |
| [01:39.67] | |
| [01:40.85] | In diamonds and finery |
| [01:42.52] | |
| [01:43.96] | Baying and howling |
| [01:45.36] | |
| [01:46.50] | All blood lusty calling |
| [01:48.25] | |
| [01:49.69] | Fists like pistons |
| [01:51.19] | |
| [01:52.50] | Faces like meat spoiling |
| [01:53.95] | |
| [01:55.35] | Haul boys haul bully boys haul |
| [01:59.65] | |
| [02:05.41] | Later that evening |
| [02:07.73] | Molly and her gunman |
| [02:09.27] | |
| [02:10.81] | Go down the stairs to a dive like a dungeon |
| [02:13.82] | |
| [02:15.34] | Meanwhile in the backroom there' s a girl like a sponge |
| [02:19.64] | |
| [02:20.85] | Saying bring him in long as a constable' s truncheon |
| [02:25.94] | |
| [02:28.35] | The gunman wants Molly to kingdom come |
| [02:31.59] | |
| [02:33.68] | Then blows them all to the hereafter |
| [02:36.54] | |
| [02:37.96] | Who' s scuttling away now and hidden from our view |
| [02:43.65] | |
| [02:44.57] | Who tightened the tourniquet turning her blue |
| [02:48.12] | |
| [02:50.75] | They' re hurling themselves into heaven I suppose |
| [02:55.16] | |
| [02:56.51] | Before the gates are closed |
| [03:00.90] | |
| [03:02.55] | But down in a location that we cannot disclose |
| [03:06.55] | |
| [03:08.08] | They' ll turn the dial slowly |
| [03:11.05] | |
| [03:13.62] | Through the stations to the cross |
| [03:16.43] | |
| [03:19.52] | The gale of hale laughter |
| [03:21.19] | |
| [03:22.52] | Scales up the ivory |
| [03:24.11] | |
| [03:25.33] | The black keys of her fine whine descend into the minor |
| [03:29.95] | |
| [03:31.11] | Die away breathless |
| [03:32.62] | |
| [03:33.56] | Diminishing behind her |
| [03:35.35] | |
| [03:36.81] | Haul boys haul bully boys haul |
| [03:41.16] | |
| [03:46.82] | The water came up to the eaves |
| [03:49.96] | |
| [03:51.52] | You' d think someone had opened a valve |
| [03:55.36] | |
| [03:56.56] | It' s too soon to stay now and too late to leave |
| [04:01.22] | |
| [04:02.31] | So spare your remorse all the way up to Calvary |
| [04:07.20] | |
| [04:09.43] | They' re hurling themselves into heaven I suppose |
| [04:13.56] | |
| [04:15.12] | Before the gates are closed |
| [04:19.77] | |
| [04:21.04] | But down in a location that we cannot disclose |
| [04:25.14] | |
| [04:26.78] | Turning the dial slowly |
| [04:29.80] | |
| [04:32.17] | Through the stations to the cross |
| [04:34.97] | |
| [04:37.88] | Through the stations to the cross |
| [04:40.83] | |
| [04:43.66] | Through the stations to the cross |
| [04:46.63] |
| [00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Costello |
| [00:01.00] | zuò cí : Costello |
| [00:24.10] | The tempest blows up from a squall |
| [00:27.01] | |
| [00:28.03] | Past the cape of bad conscience |
| [00:30.20] | |
| [00:30.70] | Into the gulf of the cauldron |
| [00:33.58] | Roars over the coastline to batter and flatten |
| [00:38.40] | |
| [00:39.33] | Exposing the roots like the dyed hair of slattern |
| [00:44.39] | |
| [00:46.92] | Scrapper and mauler in a rope ring this small |
| [00:50.51] | |
| [00:52.56] | Outside the wind is punching |
| [00:55.74] | |
| [00:56.86] | There' s no one to hear it |
| [00:58.94] | |
| [00:59.63] | No one hears the bell ring |
| [01:01.76] | |
| [01:02.34] | Except the one who comes to fear it |
| [01:04.65] | |
| [01:05.17] | And they continue to brawl |
| [01:07.01] | |
| [01:09.63] | He' s buying his way into heaven I suppose |
| [01:13.65] | |
| [01:15.11] | He weeps at the blows |
| [01:19.91] | |
| [01:20.86] | But down in a location that we cannot disclose |
| [01:25.29] | |
| [01:26.51] | He turns the dial slowly |
| [01:29.61] | |
| [01:32.13] | Through the stations to the cross |
| [01:34.88] | |
| [01:38.29] | Crowd done up dandy |
| [01:39.67] | |
| [01:40.85] | In diamonds and finery |
| [01:42.52] | |
| [01:43.96] | Baying and howling |
| [01:45.36] | |
| [01:46.50] | All blood lusty calling |
| [01:48.25] | |
| [01:49.69] | Fists like pistons |
| [01:51.19] | |
| [01:52.50] | Faces like meat spoiling |
| [01:53.95] | |
| [01:55.35] | Haul boys haul bully boys haul |
| [01:59.65] | |
| [02:05.41] | Later that evening |
| [02:07.73] | Molly and her gunman |
| [02:09.27] | |
| [02:10.81] | Go down the stairs to a dive like a dungeon |
| [02:13.82] | |
| [02:15.34] | Meanwhile in the backroom there' s a girl like a sponge |
| [02:19.64] | |
| [02:20.85] | Saying bring him in long as a constable' s truncheon |
| [02:25.94] | |
| [02:28.35] | The gunman wants Molly to kingdom come |
| [02:31.59] | |
| [02:33.68] | Then blows them all to the hereafter |
| [02:36.54] | |
| [02:37.96] | Who' s scuttling away now and hidden from our view |
| [02:43.65] | |
| [02:44.57] | Who tightened the tourniquet turning her blue |
| [02:48.12] | |
| [02:50.75] | They' re hurling themselves into heaven I suppose |
| [02:55.16] | |
| [02:56.51] | Before the gates are closed |
| [03:00.90] | |
| [03:02.55] | But down in a location that we cannot disclose |
| [03:06.55] | |
| [03:08.08] | They' ll turn the dial slowly |
| [03:11.05] | |
| [03:13.62] | Through the stations to the cross |
| [03:16.43] | |
| [03:19.52] | The gale of hale laughter |
| [03:21.19] | |
| [03:22.52] | Scales up the ivory |
| [03:24.11] | |
| [03:25.33] | The black keys of her fine whine descend into the minor |
| [03:29.95] | |
| [03:31.11] | Die away breathless |
| [03:32.62] | |
| [03:33.56] | Diminishing behind her |
| [03:35.35] | |
| [03:36.81] | Haul boys haul bully boys haul |
| [03:41.16] | |
| [03:46.82] | The water came up to the eaves |
| [03:49.96] | |
| [03:51.52] | You' d think someone had opened a valve |
| [03:55.36] | |
| [03:56.56] | It' s too soon to stay now and too late to leave |
| [04:01.22] | |
| [04:02.31] | So spare your remorse all the way up to Calvary |
| [04:07.20] | |
| [04:09.43] | They' re hurling themselves into heaven I suppose |
| [04:13.56] | |
| [04:15.12] | Before the gates are closed |
| [04:19.77] | |
| [04:21.04] | But down in a location that we cannot disclose |
| [04:25.14] | |
| [04:26.78] | Turning the dial slowly |
| [04:29.80] | |
| [04:32.17] | Through the stations to the cross |
| [04:34.97] | |
| [04:37.88] | Through the stations to the cross |
| [04:40.83] | |
| [04:43.66] | Through the stations to the cross |
| [04:46.63] |