Song | Till The Sun turns Black |
Artist | Ray LaMontagne |
Album | Till The Sun Turns Black |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Lamontagne | |
Can you see the young and pretty, confident as cops? | |
Blooming, laughing in the shops, | |
'til the sun turns black. | |
Can you see the old and lonely, | |
walking through the park? | |
Pushing grocery carts, | |
'til the sun turns black. | |
Can you see the corporate man? | |
He's winning on the telephone. | |
His possessions are his throne, | |
'til the sun turns black. | |
Can you see him in his lounger? | |
Watching TV in the dark, | |
waiting for a spark, | |
'til the sun turns black. | |
Oh oh oh, ohoh. | |
Who are we? Who are we? | |
Can you see the politician, | |
millin' on The Hill? | |
Will he kill another bill? | |
'til the sun turns black. | |
Can you see the working classes, | |
trudgin' through their days? | |
Time goes slowly when you're only, waiting, | |
'til the sun turns black. | |
Oh oh oh, ohoh. | |
Who are we? Who are we? | |
Oh oh oh, ohoh. | |
Who are we? Who are we? | |
Can you see the wiseman, simply, | |
living, loving quietly? | |
Every breath he takes, eternity, | |
'til the sun turns black. |
zuo qu : Lamontagne | |
Can you see the young and pretty, confident as cops? | |
Blooming, laughing in the shops, | |
' til the sun turns black. | |
Can you see the old and lonely, | |
walking through the park? | |
Pushing grocery carts, | |
' til the sun turns black. | |
Can you see the corporate man? | |
He' s winning on the telephone. | |
His possessions are his throne, | |
' til the sun turns black. | |
Can you see him in his lounger? | |
Watching TV in the dark, | |
waiting for a spark, | |
' til the sun turns black. | |
Oh oh oh, ohoh. | |
Who are we? Who are we? | |
Can you see the politician, | |
millin' on The Hill? | |
Will he kill another bill? | |
' til the sun turns black. | |
Can you see the working classes, | |
trudgin' through their days? | |
Time goes slowly when you' re only, waiting, | |
' til the sun turns black. | |
Oh oh oh, ohoh. | |
Who are we? Who are we? | |
Oh oh oh, ohoh. | |
Who are we? Who are we? | |
Can you see the wiseman, simply, | |
living, loving quietly? | |
Every breath he takes, eternity, | |
' til the sun turns black. |
zuò qǔ : Lamontagne | |
Can you see the young and pretty, confident as cops? | |
Blooming, laughing in the shops, | |
' til the sun turns black. | |
Can you see the old and lonely, | |
walking through the park? | |
Pushing grocery carts, | |
' til the sun turns black. | |
Can you see the corporate man? | |
He' s winning on the telephone. | |
His possessions are his throne, | |
' til the sun turns black. | |
Can you see him in his lounger? | |
Watching TV in the dark, | |
waiting for a spark, | |
' til the sun turns black. | |
Oh oh oh, ohoh. | |
Who are we? Who are we? | |
Can you see the politician, | |
millin' on The Hill? | |
Will he kill another bill? | |
' til the sun turns black. | |
Can you see the working classes, | |
trudgin' through their days? | |
Time goes slowly when you' re only, waiting, | |
' til the sun turns black. | |
Oh oh oh, ohoh. | |
Who are we? Who are we? | |
Oh oh oh, ohoh. | |
Who are we? Who are we? | |
Can you see the wiseman, simply, | |
living, loving quietly? | |
Every breath he takes, eternity, | |
' til the sun turns black. |