| [00:00.00] | 作曲 : Sixth Prince |
| [00:17.76] | Going down a dirty inner city side road |
| [00:21.44] | I plotted |
| [00:25.88] | Madness passed me by, she smiled hi ” |
| [00:29.45] | I nodded |
| [00:34.76] | Looked up as the sky began to cry |
| [00:37.66] | She shot it |
| [00:42.49] | Met a girl from Dearborn, early six o'clock this morn |
| [00:46.46] | A cold fact |
| [00:50.84] | Asked about her bag, suburbia's such a drag |
| [00:55.22] | Won't go back' |
| [00:59.30] | 'Cos Papa don't allow no new ideas here |
| [01:05.31] | And now he sees the news, but the picture's not too clear |
| [01:13.79] | Mama, Papa, stop |
| [01:17.03] | Treasure what you got |
| [01:18.50] | Soon you may be caught |
| [01:20.13] | Without it |
| [01:23.83] | The curfew's set for eight |
| [01:26.18] | Will it ever all be straight |
| [01:27.75] | I doubt it |
| [01:33.53] | 7 jealous fools playing by her rules |
| [01:44.41] | Can't believe her |
| [01:49.25] | He feels so in between, can't break the scene |
| [01:51.98] | It would grieve her |
| [01:56.79] | And that's the reason why he must cry |
| [01:59.76] | He'll never leave her |
| [02:04.33] | Crooked children, yellow chalk writing on the concrete walk |
| [02:07.86] | Their King died |
| [02:12.32] | Drinking from a Judas cup,looking down but seeing up |
| [02:15.94] | Sweet red wine' |
| [02:20.20] | Cos Papa don't allow no new ideas here |
| [02:27.09] | And now you hear the music but the words don't sound too clear |
| [02:32.91] | Mama, Papa, stop |
| [02:37.10] | Treasure what you got |
| [02:38.36] | Soon you may be caught |
| [02:39.77] | Without it |
| [02:43.36] | The curfew's set for eight |
| [02:45.82] | Will it ever all be straight |
| [02:47.45] | I doubt it |
| [02:52.00] | Going down a dusty,Georgian side road |
| [02:55.18] | I wonder |
| [02:59.92] | The wind splashed in my face can smell a trace |
| [03:03.25] | Of thunder |
| [03:07.03] |
| [00:00.00] | zuo qu : Sixth Prince |
| [00:17.76] | Going down a dirty inner city side road |
| [00:21.44] | I plotted |
| [00:25.88] | Madness passed me by, she smiled hi " |
| [00:29.45] | I nodded |
| [00:34.76] | Looked up as the sky began to cry |
| [00:37.66] | She shot it |
| [00:42.49] | Met a girl from Dearborn, early six o' clock this morn |
| [00:46.46] | A cold fact |
| [00:50.84] | Asked about her bag, suburbia' s such a drag |
| [00:55.22] | Won' t go back' |
| [00:59.30] | ' Cos Papa don' t allow no new ideas here |
| [01:05.31] | And now he sees the news, but the picture' s not too clear |
| [01:13.79] | Mama, Papa, stop |
| [01:17.03] | Treasure what you got |
| [01:18.50] | Soon you may be caught |
| [01:20.13] | Without it |
| [01:23.83] | The curfew' s set for eight |
| [01:26.18] | Will it ever all be straight |
| [01:27.75] | I doubt it |
| [01:33.53] | 7 jealous fools playing by her rules |
| [01:44.41] | Can' t believe her |
| [01:49.25] | He feels so in between, can' t break the scene |
| [01:51.98] | It would grieve her |
| [01:56.79] | And that' s the reason why he must cry |
| [01:59.76] | He' ll never leave her |
| [02:04.33] | Crooked children, yellow chalk writing on the concrete walk |
| [02:07.86] | Their King died |
| [02:12.32] | Drinking from a Judas cup, looking down but seeing up |
| [02:15.94] | Sweet red wine' |
| [02:20.20] | Cos Papa don' t allow no new ideas here |
| [02:27.09] | And now you hear the music but the words don' t sound too clear |
| [02:32.91] | Mama, Papa, stop |
| [02:37.10] | Treasure what you got |
| [02:38.36] | Soon you may be caught |
| [02:39.77] | Without it |
| [02:43.36] | The curfew' s set for eight |
| [02:45.82] | Will it ever all be straight |
| [02:47.45] | I doubt it |
| [02:52.00] | Going down a dusty, Georgian side road |
| [02:55.18] | I wonder |
| [02:59.92] | The wind splashed in my face can smell a trace |
| [03:03.25] | Of thunder |
| [03:07.03] |
| [00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Sixth Prince |
| [00:17.76] | Going down a dirty inner city side road |
| [00:21.44] | I plotted |
| [00:25.88] | Madness passed me by, she smiled hi " |
| [00:29.45] | I nodded |
| [00:34.76] | Looked up as the sky began to cry |
| [00:37.66] | She shot it |
| [00:42.49] | Met a girl from Dearborn, early six o' clock this morn |
| [00:46.46] | A cold fact |
| [00:50.84] | Asked about her bag, suburbia' s such a drag |
| [00:55.22] | Won' t go back' |
| [00:59.30] | ' Cos Papa don' t allow no new ideas here |
| [01:05.31] | And now he sees the news, but the picture' s not too clear |
| [01:13.79] | Mama, Papa, stop |
| [01:17.03] | Treasure what you got |
| [01:18.50] | Soon you may be caught |
| [01:20.13] | Without it |
| [01:23.83] | The curfew' s set for eight |
| [01:26.18] | Will it ever all be straight |
| [01:27.75] | I doubt it |
| [01:33.53] | 7 jealous fools playing by her rules |
| [01:44.41] | Can' t believe her |
| [01:49.25] | He feels so in between, can' t break the scene |
| [01:51.98] | It would grieve her |
| [01:56.79] | And that' s the reason why he must cry |
| [01:59.76] | He' ll never leave her |
| [02:04.33] | Crooked children, yellow chalk writing on the concrete walk |
| [02:07.86] | Their King died |
| [02:12.32] | Drinking from a Judas cup, looking down but seeing up |
| [02:15.94] | Sweet red wine' |
| [02:20.20] | Cos Papa don' t allow no new ideas here |
| [02:27.09] | And now you hear the music but the words don' t sound too clear |
| [02:32.91] | Mama, Papa, stop |
| [02:37.10] | Treasure what you got |
| [02:38.36] | Soon you may be caught |
| [02:39.77] | Without it |
| [02:43.36] | The curfew' s set for eight |
| [02:45.82] | Will it ever all be straight |
| [02:47.45] | I doubt it |
| [02:52.00] | Going down a dusty, Georgian side road |
| [02:55.18] | I wonder |
| [02:59.92] | The wind splashed in my face can smell a trace |
| [03:03.25] | Of thunder |
| [03:07.03] |
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