[00:00.00] | 作曲 : James Hetfield/Lars Ulrich/Cliff Burton |
[00:01.00] | 作词 : James Hetfield |
[01:57.130] | Make his fight on the hill in the early day |
[01:59.880] | |
[02:01.100] | Constant chill deep inside |
[02:02.0] | |
[02:04.560] | Shooting gun, on they run through the endless grey |
[02:07.240] | |
[02:07.590] | On they fight, for they are right, yes, but who's to say? |
[02:11.269] | For a hill, men would kill, why? They do not know |
[02:14.499] | |
[02:14.769] | Suffered wounds test their pride |
[02:16.499] | |
[02:18.509] | Men of five, still alive through the raging glow |
[02:20.889] | |
[02:22.399] | Gone insane from the pain that they surely know |
[02:25.319] | |
[02:28.299] | For whom the bell tolls |
[02:30.89] | |
[02:31.959] | Time marches on |
[02:32.769] | For whom the bell tolls |
[02:34.889] | |
[03:03.539] | Take a look at the sky just before you die |
[03:05.899] | |
[03:06.909] | It's the last time he will |
[03:08.399] | |
[03:10.899] | Blackened roar, massive roar fillsthe crumbling sky |
[03:13.329] | |
[03:14.459] | Shattered goal fill his soul with a ruthless cry |
[03:17.79] | |
[03:18.499] | Stranger now, are his eyes, to this mystery |
[03:20.499] | |
[03:22.59] | He hears the silence so loud |
[03:23.428] | |
[03:25.489] | Crack of dawn, all is gone except the will to be |
[03:28.239] | |
[03:29.239] | Now they see what will be, blindeed to eyes see |
[03:31.829] | |
[03:35.79] | For whom the bell tolls |
[03:36.389] | |
[03:39.9] | Time marches on |
[03:40.889] | For whom the bell tolls |
[03:47.689] | |
[04:16.390] | END |
[00:00.00] | zuo qu : James Hetfield Lars Ulrich Cliff Burton |
[00:01.00] | zuo ci : James Hetfield |
[01:57.130] | Make his fight on the hill in the early day |
[01:59.880] | |
[02:01.100] | Constant chill deep inside |
[02:02.0] | |
[02:04.560] | Shooting gun, on they run through the endless grey |
[02:07.240] | |
[02:07.590] | On they fight, for they are right, yes, but who' s to say? |
[02:11.269] | For a hill, men would kill, why? They do not know |
[02:14.499] | |
[02:14.769] | Suffered wounds test their pride |
[02:16.499] | |
[02:18.509] | Men of five, still alive through the raging glow |
[02:20.889] | |
[02:22.399] | Gone insane from the pain that they surely know |
[02:25.319] | |
[02:28.299] | For whom the bell tolls |
[02:30.89] | |
[02:31.959] | Time marches on |
[02:32.769] | For whom the bell tolls |
[02:34.889] | |
[03:03.539] | Take a look at the sky just before you die |
[03:05.899] | |
[03:06.909] | It' s the last time he will |
[03:08.399] | |
[03:10.899] | Blackened roar, massive roar fillsthe crumbling sky |
[03:13.329] | |
[03:14.459] | Shattered goal fill his soul with a ruthless cry |
[03:17.79] | |
[03:18.499] | Stranger now, are his eyes, to this mystery |
[03:20.499] | |
[03:22.59] | He hears the silence so loud |
[03:23.428] | |
[03:25.489] | Crack of dawn, all is gone except the will to be |
[03:28.239] | |
[03:29.239] | Now they see what will be, blindeed to eyes see |
[03:31.829] | |
[03:35.79] | For whom the bell tolls |
[03:36.389] | |
[03:39.9] | Time marches on |
[03:40.889] | For whom the bell tolls |
[03:47.689] | |
[04:16.390] | END |
[00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : James Hetfield Lars Ulrich Cliff Burton |
[00:01.00] | zuò cí : James Hetfield |
[01:57.130] | Make his fight on the hill in the early day |
[01:59.880] | |
[02:01.100] | Constant chill deep inside |
[02:02.0] | |
[02:04.560] | Shooting gun, on they run through the endless grey |
[02:07.240] | |
[02:07.590] | On they fight, for they are right, yes, but who' s to say? |
[02:11.269] | For a hill, men would kill, why? They do not know |
[02:14.499] | |
[02:14.769] | Suffered wounds test their pride |
[02:16.499] | |
[02:18.509] | Men of five, still alive through the raging glow |
[02:20.889] | |
[02:22.399] | Gone insane from the pain that they surely know |
[02:25.319] | |
[02:28.299] | For whom the bell tolls |
[02:30.89] | |
[02:31.959] | Time marches on |
[02:32.769] | For whom the bell tolls |
[02:34.889] | |
[03:03.539] | Take a look at the sky just before you die |
[03:05.899] | |
[03:06.909] | It' s the last time he will |
[03:08.399] | |
[03:10.899] | Blackened roar, massive roar fillsthe crumbling sky |
[03:13.329] | |
[03:14.459] | Shattered goal fill his soul with a ruthless cry |
[03:17.79] | |
[03:18.499] | Stranger now, are his eyes, to this mystery |
[03:20.499] | |
[03:22.59] | He hears the silence so loud |
[03:23.428] | |
[03:25.489] | Crack of dawn, all is gone except the will to be |
[03:28.239] | |
[03:29.239] | Now they see what will be, blindeed to eyes see |
[03:31.829] | |
[03:35.79] | For whom the bell tolls |
[03:36.389] | |
[03:39.9] | Time marches on |
[03:40.889] | For whom the bell tolls |
[03:47.689] | |
[04:16.390] | END |