Song | Gunday's Child |
Artist | Sleepytime Gorilla Museum |
Album | Of Natural History |
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作曲 : Kihlstedt ... | |
(M-day's child is fair of face) | |
(Drill-day's child is full of grace) | |
M-day's child is fair of face, | |
Drill-day's child is full of grace, | |
Gun-day's child is breastless and blind, | |
Shell-day's child is out of its mind, | |
Lucy picked a fight with a bumblebee, | |
The bumblebee it went and told the crow, | |
The crow it settled down in the old gum tree, | |
Sharpened all the arrows for its bow, | |
Flew across the town to the school house yard, | |
Spotted little Lucy heading home, | |
Shot her through the backpack and through the heart, | |
Maybe that'll teach her, I don't know. | |
Bomb-day's child will always be dumb, | |
Cannon-day's child can never quite come, | |
But the child that's born on Battle-day is blithe and bonny and rotted away. |
zuo qu : Kihlstedt ... | |
Mday' s child is fair of face | |
Drillday' s child is full of grace | |
Mday' s child is fair of face, | |
Drillday' s child is full of grace, | |
Gunday' s child is breastless and blind, | |
Shellday' s child is out of its mind, | |
Lucy picked a fight with a bumblebee, | |
The bumblebee it went and told the crow, | |
The crow it settled down in the old gum tree, | |
Sharpened all the arrows for its bow, | |
Flew across the town to the school house yard, | |
Spotted little Lucy heading home, | |
Shot her through the backpack and through the heart, | |
Maybe that' ll teach her, I don' t know. | |
Bombday' s child will always be dumb, | |
Cannonday' s child can never quite come, | |
But the child that' s born on Battleday is blithe and bonny and rotted away. |
zuò qǔ : Kihlstedt ... | |
Mday' s child is fair of face | |
Drillday' s child is full of grace | |
Mday' s child is fair of face, | |
Drillday' s child is full of grace, | |
Gunday' s child is breastless and blind, | |
Shellday' s child is out of its mind, | |
Lucy picked a fight with a bumblebee, | |
The bumblebee it went and told the crow, | |
The crow it settled down in the old gum tree, | |
Sharpened all the arrows for its bow, | |
Flew across the town to the school house yard, | |
Spotted little Lucy heading home, | |
Shot her through the backpack and through the heart, | |
Maybe that' ll teach her, I don' t know. | |
Bombday' s child will always be dumb, | |
Cannonday' s child can never quite come, | |
But the child that' s born on Battleday is blithe and bonny and rotted away. |