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Song 2 Minutes to Midnight
Artist Iron Maiden
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[00:00.00] 作词 : Dickinson, Smith
[00:30.50] Kill for gain or shoot to maim
[00:33.50] But we don't need a reason
[00:35.50] The Golden Goose is on the loose
[00:38.50] And never out of Season.
[00:40.50] Some blackened pride still burns inside
[00:43.50] This shell of bloody treason
[00:46.50] Here's my gun for a barrel of fun
[00:48.50] For the love of living death
[04:41.50][02:03.50][00:51.50] The killer's breed or the Deamon's seed,
[04:46.50][02:07.50][00:56.50] The glamour, the fortune, the pain,
[04:50.50][02:12.50][01:01.50] Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain,
[04:56.50][02:18.50][01:06.50] But don't you pray for my soul anymore.
[05:01.50][02:23.50][01:11.50] 2 minutes to midnight,
[05:06.50][02:28.50][01:16.50] The hands that threaten doom.
[05:11.50][02:33.50][01:22.50] 2 minutes to midnight,
[05:16.50][02:38.50][01:27.50] To kill the unborn in the womb.
[02:46.50]
[01:42.50] The blind men shout let the creatures out
[01:44.50] We'll show the unbelievers,
[01:47.50] The Napalm screams of human flames
[01:50.50] Of a prime time Belsen feast...YEAH!
[01:52.50] As the reasons for the carnage cut their meat
[01:55.50] and lick the gravy,
[01:57.50] We oil the jaws of the war machine
[02:00.50] and feed it with our babies.
[04:20.50] The body bags and little rags of children torn in two,
[04:25.50] And the jellied brains of those who remain
[04:28.50] to put the finger right on you.
[04:30.50] As the Madmen play on words and make us all
[04:33.50] dance to their song,
[04:35.50] To the tune of starving millions
[04:38.50] to make a better kind of gun.
[05:32.50][05:21.50] Midnight
[05:57.50][05:37.50][05:27.50] Midnight...all night...
[00:00.00] zuo ci : Dickinson, Smith
[00:30.50] Kill for gain or shoot to maim
[00:33.50] But we don' t need a reason
[00:35.50] The Golden Goose is on the loose
[00:38.50] And never out of Season.
[00:40.50] Some blackened pride still burns inside
[00:43.50] This shell of bloody treason
[00:46.50] Here' s my gun for a barrel of fun
[00:48.50] For the love of living death
[04:41.50][02:03.50][00:51.50] The killer' s breed or the Deamon' s seed,
[04:46.50][02:07.50][00:56.50] The glamour, the fortune, the pain,
[04:50.50][02:12.50][01:01.50] Go to war again, blood is freedom' s stain,
[04:56.50][02:18.50][01:06.50] But don' t you pray for my soul anymore.
[05:01.50][02:23.50][01:11.50] 2 minutes to midnight,
[05:06.50][02:28.50][01:16.50] The hands that threaten doom.
[05:11.50][02:33.50][01:22.50] 2 minutes to midnight,
[05:16.50][02:38.50][01:27.50] To kill the unborn in the womb.
[02:46.50]
[01:42.50] The blind men shout let the creatures out
[01:44.50] We' ll show the unbelievers,
[01:47.50] The Napalm screams of human flames
[01:50.50] Of a prime time Belsen feast... YEAH!
[01:52.50] As the reasons for the carnage cut their meat
[01:55.50] and lick the gravy,
[01:57.50] We oil the jaws of the war machine
[02:00.50] and feed it with our babies.
[04:20.50] The body bags and little rags of children torn in two,
[04:25.50] And the jellied brains of those who remain
[04:28.50] to put the finger right on you.
[04:30.50] As the Madmen play on words and make us all
[04:33.50] dance to their song,
[04:35.50] To the tune of starving millions
[04:38.50] to make a better kind of gun.
[05:32.50][05:21.50] Midnight
[05:57.50][05:37.50][05:27.50] Midnight... all night...
[00:00.00] zuò cí : Dickinson, Smith
[00:30.50] Kill for gain or shoot to maim
[00:33.50] But we don' t need a reason
[00:35.50] The Golden Goose is on the loose
[00:38.50] And never out of Season.
[00:40.50] Some blackened pride still burns inside
[00:43.50] This shell of bloody treason
[00:46.50] Here' s my gun for a barrel of fun
[00:48.50] For the love of living death
[04:41.50][02:03.50][00:51.50] The killer' s breed or the Deamon' s seed,
[04:46.50][02:07.50][00:56.50] The glamour, the fortune, the pain,
[04:50.50][02:12.50][01:01.50] Go to war again, blood is freedom' s stain,
[04:56.50][02:18.50][01:06.50] But don' t you pray for my soul anymore.
[05:01.50][02:23.50][01:11.50] 2 minutes to midnight,
[05:06.50][02:28.50][01:16.50] The hands that threaten doom.
[05:11.50][02:33.50][01:22.50] 2 minutes to midnight,
[05:16.50][02:38.50][01:27.50] To kill the unborn in the womb.
[02:46.50]
[01:42.50] The blind men shout let the creatures out
[01:44.50] We' ll show the unbelievers,
[01:47.50] The Napalm screams of human flames
[01:50.50] Of a prime time Belsen feast... YEAH!
[01:52.50] As the reasons for the carnage cut their meat
[01:55.50] and lick the gravy,
[01:57.50] We oil the jaws of the war machine
[02:00.50] and feed it with our babies.
[04:20.50] The body bags and little rags of children torn in two,
[04:25.50] And the jellied brains of those who remain
[04:28.50] to put the finger right on you.
[04:30.50] As the Madmen play on words and make us all
[04:33.50] dance to their song,
[04:35.50] To the tune of starving millions
[04:38.50] to make a better kind of gun.
[05:32.50][05:21.50] Midnight
[05:57.50][05:37.50][05:27.50] Midnight... all night...
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