Song | Wind Cries Mary |
Artist | Jamie Cullum |
Album | Jamie Cullum - Twentysomething |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.00] | 作曲 : Jimi Hendrix |
[00:19.68] | After all the jacks are in their boxes, |
[00:25.30] | And the clowns have all gone to bed, |
[00:28.55] | |
[00:31.63] | You can hear happiness staggering on down the street, |
[00:34.82] | |
[00:36.94] | Footprints dress in red. |
[00:38.26] | |
[00:42.88] | And the wind whispers Mary. |
[00:46.76] | |
[00:53.07] | A broom is drearily sweeping |
[00:55.82] | |
[00:58.76] | Up the broken pieces of yesterday's life. |
[01:01.21] | |
[01:04.96] | Somewhere a Queen is weeping, |
[01:08.21] | |
[01:10.77] | Somewhere a King has no wife. |
[01:13.46] | |
[01:16.54] | And the wind cries Mary. |
[01:20.10] | |
[01:26.91] | The traffic lights turn blue tomorrow |
[01:29.35] | |
[01:32.60] | Shine their emptiness down on my bed |
[01:35.91] | |
[01:39.10] | The tiny island sags downstream |
[01:41.23] | |
[01:43.54] | 'Cos the life that they lived is dead. |
[01:47.60] | |
[01:50.48] | And the wind screams Mary. |
[01:53.51] | |
[02:11.82] | Oh oh yeah |
[02:12.57] | |
[02:40.28] | Will the wind ever remember |
[02:42.78] | |
[02:46.78] | The names it has blown in the past |
[02:49.61] | |
[02:51.73] | With this crutch, its old age and its wisdom |
[02:55.23] | |
[02:57.54] | It whispers, "No, this will be the last." |
[03:00.61] | |
[03:03.79] | And the wind cries Mary. |
[00:00.00] | zuo qu : Jimi Hendrix |
[00:19.68] | After all the jacks are in their boxes, |
[00:25.30] | And the clowns have all gone to bed, |
[00:28.55] | |
[00:31.63] | You can hear happiness staggering on down the street, |
[00:34.82] | |
[00:36.94] | Footprints dress in red. |
[00:38.26] | |
[00:42.88] | And the wind whispers Mary. |
[00:46.76] | |
[00:53.07] | A broom is drearily sweeping |
[00:55.82] | |
[00:58.76] | Up the broken pieces of yesterday' s life. |
[01:01.21] | |
[01:04.96] | Somewhere a Queen is weeping, |
[01:08.21] | |
[01:10.77] | Somewhere a King has no wife. |
[01:13.46] | |
[01:16.54] | And the wind cries Mary. |
[01:20.10] | |
[01:26.91] | The traffic lights turn blue tomorrow |
[01:29.35] | |
[01:32.60] | Shine their emptiness down on my bed |
[01:35.91] | |
[01:39.10] | The tiny island sags downstream |
[01:41.23] | |
[01:43.54] | ' Cos the life that they lived is dead. |
[01:47.60] | |
[01:50.48] | And the wind screams Mary. |
[01:53.51] | |
[02:11.82] | Oh oh yeah |
[02:12.57] | |
[02:40.28] | Will the wind ever remember |
[02:42.78] | |
[02:46.78] | The names it has blown in the past |
[02:49.61] | |
[02:51.73] | With this crutch, its old age and its wisdom |
[02:55.23] | |
[02:57.54] | It whispers, " No, this will be the last." |
[03:00.61] | |
[03:03.79] | And the wind cries Mary. |
[00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Jimi Hendrix |
[00:19.68] | After all the jacks are in their boxes, |
[00:25.30] | And the clowns have all gone to bed, |
[00:28.55] | |
[00:31.63] | You can hear happiness staggering on down the street, |
[00:34.82] | |
[00:36.94] | Footprints dress in red. |
[00:38.26] | |
[00:42.88] | And the wind whispers Mary. |
[00:46.76] | |
[00:53.07] | A broom is drearily sweeping |
[00:55.82] | |
[00:58.76] | Up the broken pieces of yesterday' s life. |
[01:01.21] | |
[01:04.96] | Somewhere a Queen is weeping, |
[01:08.21] | |
[01:10.77] | Somewhere a King has no wife. |
[01:13.46] | |
[01:16.54] | And the wind cries Mary. |
[01:20.10] | |
[01:26.91] | The traffic lights turn blue tomorrow |
[01:29.35] | |
[01:32.60] | Shine their emptiness down on my bed |
[01:35.91] | |
[01:39.10] | The tiny island sags downstream |
[01:41.23] | |
[01:43.54] | ' Cos the life that they lived is dead. |
[01:47.60] | |
[01:50.48] | And the wind screams Mary. |
[01:53.51] | |
[02:11.82] | Oh oh yeah |
[02:12.57] | |
[02:40.28] | Will the wind ever remember |
[02:42.78] | |
[02:46.78] | The names it has blown in the past |
[02:49.61] | |
[02:51.73] | With this crutch, its old age and its wisdom |
[02:55.23] | |
[02:57.54] | It whispers, " No, this will be the last." |
[03:00.61] | |
[03:03.79] | And the wind cries Mary. |