Song | Inner City Blues |
Artist | Rodriguez |
Album | Searching For Sugar Man |
[ti:Inner City Blues] | |
[ar:Rodriguez] | |
[al:寻找小糖人 电影原声带 Searching for ] | |
[offset:0] | |
[00:00.57] | Inner City Blues-Rodriguez |
[00:18.33] | Going down a dirty inner city side road |
[00:21.50] | I plotted |
[00:24.25] | |
[00:26.13] | Madness passed me by, she smiled hi |
[00:29.81] | I nodded |
[00:30.81] | |
[00:34.29] | Looked up as the sky began to cry |
[00:37.92] | She shot it. |
[00:38.85] | |
[00:42.60] | Met a girl from Dearborn, early six o'clock this morn |
[00:46.47] | A cold fact |
[00:47.65] | |
[00:50.83] | Asked about her bag, suburbia's such a drag |
[00:54.33] | Won't go back |
[00:58.63] | 'Cos Papa don't allow no new ideas here |
[01:03.00] | |
[01:06.75] | And now he sees the news, but the picture's not too clear. |
[01:10.81] | |
[01:14.93] | Mama, Papa, stop |
[01:16.43] | Treasure what you got |
[01:17.79] | Soon you may be caught |
[01:19.36] | Without it |
[01:23.85] | The curfew's set for eight |
[01:25.35] | Will it ever all be straight |
[01:27.40] | I doubt it. |
[01:34.64] | |
[01:40.07] | 7 jealous fools playing by her rules |
[01:43.32] | Can't believe her |
[01:47.75] | He feels so in between, can't break the scene |
[01:50.61] | It would grieve her |
[01:54.24] | |
[01:55.54] | And that's the reason why he must cry |
[01:59.11] | He'll never leave her. |
[02:00.73] | |
[02:03.54] | Crooked children, yellow chalk |
[02:05.28] | writing on the concrete walk |
[02:07.03] | Their King died |
[02:08.02] | Drinking from a Judas cup, |
[02:15.43] | looking down but seeing up |
[02:16.29] | Sweet red wine |
[02:17.68] | |
[02:18.99] | 'Cos Papa don't allow no new ideas here |
[02:22.85] | And now you hear the music |
[02:27.96] | but the words don't sound too clear. |
[02:31.15] | |
[02:35.57] | Mama, Papa, stop |
[02:36.32] | Treasure what you got |
[02:37.51] | Soon you may be caught |
[02:39.13] | Without it |
[02:41.63] | The curfew's set for eight |
[02:45.13] | Will it ever all be straight |
[02:47.05] | I doubt it. |
[02:48.05] | Going down a dusty, Georgian side road |
[02:54.49] | I wonder |
[02:55.79] | |
[02:58.85] | The wind splashed in my face |
[03:00.73] | can smell a trace |
[03:01.73] | Of thunder. |
ti: Inner City Blues | |
ar: Rodriguez | |
al: xún zhǎo xiǎo táng rén diàn yǐng yuán shēng dài Searching for | |
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[00:00.57] | Inner City BluesRodriguez |
[00:18.33] | Going down a dirty inner city side road |
[00:21.50] | I plotted |
[00:24.25] | |
[00:26.13] | Madness passed me by, she smiled hi |
[00:29.81] | I nodded |
[00:30.81] | |
[00:34.29] | Looked up as the sky began to cry |
[00:37.92] | She shot it. |
[00:38.85] | |
[00:42.60] | Met a girl from Dearborn, early six o' clock this morn |
[00:46.47] | A cold fact |
[00:47.65] | |
[00:50.83] | Asked about her bag, suburbia' s such a drag |
[00:54.33] | Won' t go back |
[00:58.63] | ' Cos Papa don' t allow no new ideas here |
[01:03.00] | |
[01:06.75] | And now he sees the news, but the picture' s not too clear. |
[01:10.81] | |
[01:14.93] | Mama, Papa, stop |
[01:16.43] | Treasure what you got |
[01:17.79] | Soon you may be caught |
[01:19.36] | Without it |
[01:23.85] | The curfew' s set for eight |
[01:25.35] | Will it ever all be straight |
[01:27.40] | I doubt it. |
[01:34.64] | |
[01:40.07] | 7 jealous fools playing by her rules |
[01:43.32] | Can' t believe her |
[01:47.75] | He feels so in between, can' t break the scene |
[01:50.61] | It would grieve her |
[01:54.24] | |
[01:55.54] | And that' s the reason why he must cry |
[01:59.11] | He' ll never leave her. |
[02:00.73] | |
[02:03.54] | Crooked children, yellow chalk |
[02:05.28] | writing on the concrete walk |
[02:07.03] | Their King died |
[02:08.02] | Drinking from a Judas cup, |
[02:15.43] | looking down but seeing up |
[02:16.29] | Sweet red wine |
[02:17.68] | |
[02:18.99] | ' Cos Papa don' t allow no new ideas here |
[02:22.85] | And now you hear the music |
[02:27.96] | but the words don' t sound too clear. |
[02:31.15] | |
[02:35.57] | Mama, Papa, stop |
[02:36.32] | Treasure what you got |
[02:37.51] | Soon you may be caught |
[02:39.13] | Without it |
[02:41.63] | The curfew' s set for eight |
[02:45.13] | Will it ever all be straight |
[02:47.05] | I doubt it. |
[02:48.05] | Going down a dusty, Georgian side road |
[02:54.49] | I wonder |
[02:55.79] | |
[02:58.85] | The wind splashed in my face |
[03:00.73] | can smell a trace |
[03:01.73] | Of thunder. |