Song | Odalisque - normal |
Artist | The Decemberists |
Album | Castaways and Cutouts |
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作曲 : Meloy | |
They've come to find you, | |
OdalisqueAs the light dies horribly | |
On a fire escape you walk | |
All rare and resolved to drop | |
And when they find you, | |
OdalisqueThey will rend you, terribly | |
Stitch from stitch 'til all | |
Your linen limbs will fall | |
Lazy lady had a baby girl | |
And a sweet it made | |
Raised on pradies, peanut shells and dirt | |
In a railroad cul-de-sac | |
And what do we do with ten baby shoes | |
A kit bag full of marbles | |
And a broken billiard cue? | |
What do we do? | |
What do we do? | |
Fifteen stitches will mend those britches right | |
And them rip them down again | |
Sapling switches will rend those rags alright | |
What a sweet sound it makes | |
And what we do with ten dirty | |
JewsA thirty-ought full of rock salt | |
And a warm afternoon? | |
What do we do? | |
What do we do? | |
Lay your belly under mine | |
Naked under me, under me | |
Such a filthy dimming shine | |
The way you kick and scream, kick and scream | |
And what do we with ten baby shoes | |
A kit bag full of marbles | |
And broken billiard cue? | |
What do we do? | |
What do we do? |
zuo qu : Meloy | |
They' ve come to find you, | |
OdalisqueAs the light dies horribly | |
On a fire escape you walk | |
All rare and resolved to drop | |
And when they find you, | |
OdalisqueThey will rend you, terribly | |
Stitch from stitch ' til all | |
Your linen limbs will fall | |
Lazy lady had a baby girl | |
And a sweet it made | |
Raised on pradies, peanut shells and dirt | |
In a railroad culdesac | |
And what do we do with ten baby shoes | |
A kit bag full of marbles | |
And a broken billiard cue? | |
What do we do? | |
What do we do? | |
Fifteen stitches will mend those britches right | |
And them rip them down again | |
Sapling switches will rend those rags alright | |
What a sweet sound it makes | |
And what we do with ten dirty | |
JewsA thirtyought full of rock salt | |
And a warm afternoon? | |
What do we do? | |
What do we do? | |
Lay your belly under mine | |
Naked under me, under me | |
Such a filthy dimming shine | |
The way you kick and scream, kick and scream | |
And what do we with ten baby shoes | |
A kit bag full of marbles | |
And broken billiard cue? | |
What do we do? | |
What do we do? |
zuò qǔ : Meloy | |
They' ve come to find you, | |
OdalisqueAs the light dies horribly | |
On a fire escape you walk | |
All rare and resolved to drop | |
And when they find you, | |
OdalisqueThey will rend you, terribly | |
Stitch from stitch ' til all | |
Your linen limbs will fall | |
Lazy lady had a baby girl | |
And a sweet it made | |
Raised on pradies, peanut shells and dirt | |
In a railroad culdesac | |
And what do we do with ten baby shoes | |
A kit bag full of marbles | |
And a broken billiard cue? | |
What do we do? | |
What do we do? | |
Fifteen stitches will mend those britches right | |
And them rip them down again | |
Sapling switches will rend those rags alright | |
What a sweet sound it makes | |
And what we do with ten dirty | |
JewsA thirtyought full of rock salt | |
And a warm afternoon? | |
What do we do? | |
What do we do? | |
Lay your belly under mine | |
Naked under me, under me | |
Such a filthy dimming shine | |
The way you kick and scream, kick and scream | |
And what do we with ten baby shoes | |
A kit bag full of marbles | |
And broken billiard cue? | |
What do we do? | |
What do we do? |