Song | Robin's Tune |
Artist | Justin Rutledge |
Album | The Devil On A Bench In Stanley Park |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.000] | 作曲 : Rutledge |
[00:18.39] | She loves me best on Mondays |
[00:22.97] | Her hair all up in arms |
[00:27.35] | My shaky love above the car alarms |
[00:35.36] | She cleans me out on Fridays |
[00:39.84] | With a Bombay-soda grin |
[00:44.34] | The evening clad in California skin |
[00:52.59] | She's music to my ears |
[00:57.29] | She's music to my ears |
[01:01.20] | And even when she breaks my heart |
[01:05.84] | It's music to my ears |
[01:11.62] | She calls me from the ocean |
[01:15.97] | Says the West it treats her kind |
[01:20.85] | Where highways always say |
[01:23.66] | What's on their mind |
[01:28.89] | I'm a lonely mathematician |
[01:33.22] | I do my work from home |
[01:38.04] | My house is built |
[01:39.67] | On broken telephones |
[01:45.70] | She's music to my ears |
[01:50.62] | Music to my ears |
[01:54.41] | Oh every every morning waking |
[01:58.14] | Shaking last night's souvenirs |
[02:02.67] | She's music to my ears |
[02:07.54] | Music to my ears |
[02:11.30] | And even when she breaks my heart |
[02:15.83] | It's music to my ears |
[02:57.35] | No sir ain't no money in this band |
[03:03.89] | But we do our jobs the very best we can |
[03:12.49] | In a fountain by the alley |
[03:16.44] | I throw pennies for my girl |
[03:20.93] | And wonder why it's such and angry world |
[03:28.78] | I dream I am a valley |
[03:32.97] | I speak a flower's tongue |
[03:37.66] | My lady is the trees |
[03:40.85] | I lay among |
[03:45.73] | She's music to my ears |
[03:50.37] | Music to my ears |
[03:54.06] | Oh her eyes are always golden |
[03:57.83] | Oh like shattered chandeliers |
[04:02.32] | She's music to my ears |
[04:07.09] | Music to my ears |
[04:10.80] | Oh even when she breaks my heart |
[04:15.45] | It's music to my ears |
[04:19.20] | Oh and even when she breaks my heart |
[04:23.72] | It's music to my ears |
[04:49.92] |
[00:00.000] | zuo qu : Rutledge |
[00:18.39] | She loves me best on Mondays |
[00:22.97] | Her hair all up in arms |
[00:27.35] | My shaky love above the car alarms |
[00:35.36] | She cleans me out on Fridays |
[00:39.84] | With a Bombaysoda grin |
[00:44.34] | The evening clad in California skin |
[00:52.59] | She' s music to my ears |
[00:57.29] | She' s music to my ears |
[01:01.20] | And even when she breaks my heart |
[01:05.84] | It' s music to my ears |
[01:11.62] | She calls me from the ocean |
[01:15.97] | Says the West it treats her kind |
[01:20.85] | Where highways always say |
[01:23.66] | What' s on their mind |
[01:28.89] | I' m a lonely mathematician |
[01:33.22] | I do my work from home |
[01:38.04] | My house is built |
[01:39.67] | On broken telephones |
[01:45.70] | She' s music to my ears |
[01:50.62] | Music to my ears |
[01:54.41] | Oh every every morning waking |
[01:58.14] | Shaking last night' s souvenirs |
[02:02.67] | She' s music to my ears |
[02:07.54] | Music to my ears |
[02:11.30] | And even when she breaks my heart |
[02:15.83] | It' s music to my ears |
[02:57.35] | No sir ain' t no money in this band |
[03:03.89] | But we do our jobs the very best we can |
[03:12.49] | In a fountain by the alley |
[03:16.44] | I throw pennies for my girl |
[03:20.93] | And wonder why it' s such and angry world |
[03:28.78] | I dream I am a valley |
[03:32.97] | I speak a flower' s tongue |
[03:37.66] | My lady is the trees |
[03:40.85] | I lay among |
[03:45.73] | She' s music to my ears |
[03:50.37] | Music to my ears |
[03:54.06] | Oh her eyes are always golden |
[03:57.83] | Oh like shattered chandeliers |
[04:02.32] | She' s music to my ears |
[04:07.09] | Music to my ears |
[04:10.80] | Oh even when she breaks my heart |
[04:15.45] | It' s music to my ears |
[04:19.20] | Oh and even when she breaks my heart |
[04:23.72] | It' s music to my ears |
[04:49.92] |
[00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : Rutledge |
[00:18.39] | She loves me best on Mondays |
[00:22.97] | Her hair all up in arms |
[00:27.35] | My shaky love above the car alarms |
[00:35.36] | She cleans me out on Fridays |
[00:39.84] | With a Bombaysoda grin |
[00:44.34] | The evening clad in California skin |
[00:52.59] | She' s music to my ears |
[00:57.29] | She' s music to my ears |
[01:01.20] | And even when she breaks my heart |
[01:05.84] | It' s music to my ears |
[01:11.62] | She calls me from the ocean |
[01:15.97] | Says the West it treats her kind |
[01:20.85] | Where highways always say |
[01:23.66] | What' s on their mind |
[01:28.89] | I' m a lonely mathematician |
[01:33.22] | I do my work from home |
[01:38.04] | My house is built |
[01:39.67] | On broken telephones |
[01:45.70] | She' s music to my ears |
[01:50.62] | Music to my ears |
[01:54.41] | Oh every every morning waking |
[01:58.14] | Shaking last night' s souvenirs |
[02:02.67] | She' s music to my ears |
[02:07.54] | Music to my ears |
[02:11.30] | And even when she breaks my heart |
[02:15.83] | It' s music to my ears |
[02:57.35] | No sir ain' t no money in this band |
[03:03.89] | But we do our jobs the very best we can |
[03:12.49] | In a fountain by the alley |
[03:16.44] | I throw pennies for my girl |
[03:20.93] | And wonder why it' s such and angry world |
[03:28.78] | I dream I am a valley |
[03:32.97] | I speak a flower' s tongue |
[03:37.66] | My lady is the trees |
[03:40.85] | I lay among |
[03:45.73] | She' s music to my ears |
[03:50.37] | Music to my ears |
[03:54.06] | Oh her eyes are always golden |
[03:57.83] | Oh like shattered chandeliers |
[04:02.32] | She' s music to my ears |
[04:07.09] | Music to my ears |
[04:10.80] | Oh even when she breaks my heart |
[04:15.45] | It' s music to my ears |
[04:19.20] | Oh and even when she breaks my heart |
[04:23.72] | It' s music to my ears |
[04:49.92] |