Song | Rude To Rile - normal |
Artist | Horse Feathers |
Album | House With No Home |
作曲 : Ringle | |
Maybe he could wait a while? | |
Maybe grow too tired or old. | |
Maybe they just lay to look. | |
While we were young, we all laughed and we sung. | |
Now we've been beat by work. | |
Oh, he just waits, he just hopes, and he prays. | |
But the more she is loved she hurts. . . | |
It's rude to rile her up. | |
Those fools for god don't love another's touch. | |
Making babies for good or grief? | |
To these types of fools he pleads, | |
"If beggars aren't loved they leave!" | |
She learned it from a book. | |
Suiters approach, receive dirty looks. | |
Calling on her for good or grief. | |
These types of fools who beg and never read |
zuò qǔ : Ringle | |
Maybe he could wait a while? | |
Maybe grow too tired or old. | |
Maybe they just lay to look. | |
While we were young, we all laughed and we sung. | |
Now we' ve been beat by work. | |
Oh, he just waits, he just hopes, and he prays. | |
But the more she is loved she hurts. . . | |
It' s rude to rile her up. | |
Those fools for god don' t love another' s touch. | |
Making babies for good or grief? | |
To these types of fools he pleads, | |
" If beggars aren' t loved they leave!" | |
She learned it from a book. | |
Suiters approach, receive dirty looks. | |
Calling on her for good or grief. | |
These types of fools who beg and never read |