| Song | Fool #1 - Single Version |
| Artist | Brenda Lee |
| Album | Rock N' Roll Legends |
| [00:02.62] | fool -- cat power |
| [00:05.00] | 赖猫。白 66224259 |
| [00:07.29] | |
| [00:10.46] | Apartment in New York, London and Paris |
| [00:15.25] | Where will we rest, we're all living on top of it |
| [00:21.63] | It's all that we have the USA is our daily bread |
| [00:26.39] | And no one is willing to share it |
| [00:32.99] | Why can't we see our fortunancy |
| [00:37.64] | Living as legends have lived |
| [00:44.04] | Bane and dismannered |
| [00:46.01] | We coax all the time |
| [00:49.02] | Knowing that nothing is left when we die |
| [00:54.78] | Come along Fool |
| [00:59.49] | A direct hit of the senses you are disconnected |
| [01:07.78] | It's not that it's bad…it's not that it's death |
| [01:17.87] | It's just on the tip of your tongue, and you're so silent |
| [01:26.86] | Wanting to live and laugh all the time |
| [01:31.52] | Sitting alone with you tea and your crime |
| [01:38.28] | Children with kids, and people with parents |
| [01:42.85] | Anywhich way there's no past and no presence |
| [01:50.17] | When the day comes and all of them bums |
| [01:55.03] | Will reveal enchanting persons |
| [02:01.02] | Come along Fool.. |
| [02:06.16] | A direct hit of the senses you are disconnected |
| [02:13.36] | It's not that it's bad…it's not that it's death |
| [02:23.24] | It's just on the tip of your tongue, and you're so silent |
| [02:33.67] | When it's a rut and baby's no luck |
| [02:38.37] | Half of it's misunderstanding love |
| [02:44.40] | The war we have won we're winning again |
| [02:49.24] | Within ourselves and within our friends |
| [02:55.61] | Come along Fool.. |
| [03:00.70] | A direct hit of the senses you are disconnected |
| [03:08.85] | It's not that it's bad…it's not that it's death |
| [03:17.87] | It's just on the tip of your tongue, and you're so silent |
| [03:27.74] | |
| [03:33.49] | End |
| [03:41.61] |
| [00:02.62] | fool cat power |
| [00:05.00] | lài māo. bái 66224259 |
| [00:07.29] | |
| [00:10.46] | Apartment in New York, London and Paris |
| [00:15.25] | Where will we rest, we' re all living on top of it |
| [00:21.63] | It' s all that we have the USA is our daily bread |
| [00:26.39] | And no one is willing to share it |
| [00:32.99] | Why can' t we see our fortunancy |
| [00:37.64] | Living as legends have lived |
| [00:44.04] | Bane and dismannered |
| [00:46.01] | We coax all the time |
| [00:49.02] | Knowing that nothing is left when we die |
| [00:54.78] | Come along Fool |
| [00:59.49] | A direct hit of the senses you are disconnected |
| [01:07.78] | It' s not that it' s bad it' s not that it' s death |
| [01:17.87] | It' s just on the tip of your tongue, and you' re so silent |
| [01:26.86] | Wanting to live and laugh all the time |
| [01:31.52] | Sitting alone with you tea and your crime |
| [01:38.28] | Children with kids, and people with parents |
| [01:42.85] | Anywhich way there' s no past and no presence |
| [01:50.17] | When the day comes and all of them bums |
| [01:55.03] | Will reveal enchanting persons |
| [02:01.02] | Come along Fool.. |
| [02:06.16] | A direct hit of the senses you are disconnected |
| [02:13.36] | It' s not that it' s bad it' s not that it' s death |
| [02:23.24] | It' s just on the tip of your tongue, and you' re so silent |
| [02:33.67] | When it' s a rut and baby' s no luck |
| [02:38.37] | Half of it' s misunderstanding love |
| [02:44.40] | The war we have won we' re winning again |
| [02:49.24] | Within ourselves and within our friends |
| [02:55.61] | Come along Fool.. |
| [03:00.70] | A direct hit of the senses you are disconnected |
| [03:08.85] | It' s not that it' s bad it' s not that it' s death |
| [03:17.87] | It' s just on the tip of your tongue, and you' re so silent |
| [03:27.74] | |
| [03:33.49] | End |
| [03:41.61] |