Song | Song For Sonny Liston |
Artist | Mark Knopfler |
Album | Shangri-La |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Mark Knopfler | |
作词 : KNOPFLER, MARK | |
song for sonny liston | |
so many mouths | |
to feed on the farm | |
sonny was the second | |
to the last one born | |
his mamma ran away | |
and his daddy beat him bad | |
and he grew up wild | |
good love he never had | |
he had a left | |
like henry’s hammer | |
a right like betty bamalam | |
rode with the muggers | |
in the dark and dread | |
and all them sluggers | |
went down like lead | |
well he hung with the hoods | |
he wouldn’t stroke the fans | |
but he had dynamite | |
in both his hands | |
boom bam | |
like the slammer door | |
the bell and the can | |
and the bodies on the floor | |
beware the bear’s in town | |
somebody’s money says | |
the bear’s going down | |
yeah, the bear never smiles | |
sonny’s going down | |
for miles and miles | |
sonny’s going down | |
for miles and miles | |
the writers didn’t like him | |
the fight game jocks | |
with his lowlife backers | |
and his hands like rocks | |
they didn’t want to have | |
a bogey man | |
they didn’t like him | |
and he didn’t like them | |
black cadillac | |
alligator boots | |
money in the pockets | |
of his sharkskin suits | |
some say the bear | |
took a flop | |
they couldn’t believe it | |
when they saw him drop | |
he had a left | |
like henry’s hammer | |
a right like betty bamalam | |
rode with the muggers | |
in the dark and dread | |
and all them sluggers | |
went down like lead | |
joe louis was his hero | |
he tried to be the same | |
but a criminal child | |
wears a ball and chain | |
so the civil rights people | |
didn’t want him on the throne | |
and the hacks and the cops | |
wouldn’t leave him alone | |
beware the bear’s in town | |
somebody’s money says | |
the bear’s going down | |
yeah, the bear never smiles | |
sonny’s going down | |
for miles and miles | |
sonny’s going down | |
for miles and miles | |
at the foot of his bed | |
with his feet on the floor | |
there was dope in his veins | |
and a pistol on the drawer | |
there was no investigation | |
as such | |
he hated needles | |
but he knew too much | |
criss-crossed | |
on his back | |
scars from his daddy | |
like slavery tracks | |
the second-last child | |
was the second-last king | |
never again was it the same | |
in the ring | |
he had a left | |
like henry’s hammer | |
a right like betty bamalam | |
rode with the muggers | |
in the dark and dread | |
and all them sluggers | |
went down like lead | |
they never could be sure | |
about the day he was born | |
a motherless child | |
set to working on the farm | |
and they never could be sure | |
about the day he died | |
the bear was the king | |
they cast aside | |
beware the bear’s in town | |
somebody’s money says | |
the bear’s going down | |
yeah, the bear never smiles | |
sonny’s going down | |
for miles and miles | |
sonny’s going down | |
for miles and miles | |
‘some day they’re gonna write a | |
blues for fighters. It’ll just be for | |
slow guitar, soft trumpet and a bell.’ | |
sonny liston 1962 |
zuo qu : Mark Knopfler | |
zuo ci : KNOPFLER, MARK | |
song for sonny liston | |
so many mouths | |
to feed on the farm | |
sonny was the second | |
to the last one born | |
his mamma ran away | |
and his daddy beat him bad | |
and he grew up wild | |
good love he never had | |
he had a left | |
like henry' s hammer | |
a right like betty bamalam | |
rode with the muggers | |
in the dark and dread | |
and all them sluggers | |
went down like lead | |
well he hung with the hoods | |
he wouldn' t stroke the fans | |
but he had dynamite | |
in both his hands | |
boom bam | |
like the slammer door | |
the bell and the can | |
and the bodies on the floor | |
beware the bear' s in town | |
somebody' s money says | |
the bear' s going down | |
yeah, the bear never smiles | |
sonny' s going down | |
for miles and miles | |
sonny' s going down | |
for miles and miles | |
the writers didn' t like him | |
the fight game jocks | |
with his lowlife backers | |
and his hands like rocks | |
they didn' t want to have | |
a bogey man | |
they didn' t like him | |
and he didn' t like them | |
black cadillac | |
alligator boots | |
money in the pockets | |
of his sharkskin suits | |
some say the bear | |
took a flop | |
they couldn' t believe it | |
when they saw him drop | |
he had a left | |
like henry' s hammer | |
a right like betty bamalam | |
rode with the muggers | |
in the dark and dread | |
and all them sluggers | |
went down like lead | |
joe louis was his hero | |
he tried to be the same | |
but a criminal child | |
wears a ball and chain | |
so the civil rights people | |
didn' t want him on the throne | |
and the hacks and the cops | |
wouldn' t leave him alone | |
beware the bear' s in town | |
somebody' s money says | |
the bear' s going down | |
yeah, the bear never smiles | |
sonny' s going down | |
for miles and miles | |
sonny' s going down | |
for miles and miles | |
at the foot of his bed | |
with his feet on the floor | |
there was dope in his veins | |
and a pistol on the drawer | |
there was no investigation | |
as such | |
he hated needles | |
but he knew too much | |
crisscrossed | |
on his back | |
scars from his daddy | |
like slavery tracks | |
the secondlast child | |
was the secondlast king | |
never again was it the same | |
in the ring | |
he had a left | |
like henry' s hammer | |
a right like betty bamalam | |
rode with the muggers | |
in the dark and dread | |
and all them sluggers | |
went down like lead | |
they never could be sure | |
about the day he was born | |
a motherless child | |
set to working on the farm | |
and they never could be sure | |
about the day he died | |
the bear was the king | |
they cast aside | |
beware the bear' s in town | |
somebody' s money says | |
the bear' s going down | |
yeah, the bear never smiles | |
sonny' s going down | |
for miles and miles | |
sonny' s going down | |
for miles and miles | |
' some day they' re gonna write a | |
blues for fighters. It' ll just be for | |
slow guitar, soft trumpet and a bell.' | |
sonny liston 1962 |
zuò qǔ : Mark Knopfler | |
zuò cí : KNOPFLER, MARK | |
song for sonny liston | |
so many mouths | |
to feed on the farm | |
sonny was the second | |
to the last one born | |
his mamma ran away | |
and his daddy beat him bad | |
and he grew up wild | |
good love he never had | |
he had a left | |
like henry' s hammer | |
a right like betty bamalam | |
rode with the muggers | |
in the dark and dread | |
and all them sluggers | |
went down like lead | |
well he hung with the hoods | |
he wouldn' t stroke the fans | |
but he had dynamite | |
in both his hands | |
boom bam | |
like the slammer door | |
the bell and the can | |
and the bodies on the floor | |
beware the bear' s in town | |
somebody' s money says | |
the bear' s going down | |
yeah, the bear never smiles | |
sonny' s going down | |
for miles and miles | |
sonny' s going down | |
for miles and miles | |
the writers didn' t like him | |
the fight game jocks | |
with his lowlife backers | |
and his hands like rocks | |
they didn' t want to have | |
a bogey man | |
they didn' t like him | |
and he didn' t like them | |
black cadillac | |
alligator boots | |
money in the pockets | |
of his sharkskin suits | |
some say the bear | |
took a flop | |
they couldn' t believe it | |
when they saw him drop | |
he had a left | |
like henry' s hammer | |
a right like betty bamalam | |
rode with the muggers | |
in the dark and dread | |
and all them sluggers | |
went down like lead | |
joe louis was his hero | |
he tried to be the same | |
but a criminal child | |
wears a ball and chain | |
so the civil rights people | |
didn' t want him on the throne | |
and the hacks and the cops | |
wouldn' t leave him alone | |
beware the bear' s in town | |
somebody' s money says | |
the bear' s going down | |
yeah, the bear never smiles | |
sonny' s going down | |
for miles and miles | |
sonny' s going down | |
for miles and miles | |
at the foot of his bed | |
with his feet on the floor | |
there was dope in his veins | |
and a pistol on the drawer | |
there was no investigation | |
as such | |
he hated needles | |
but he knew too much | |
crisscrossed | |
on his back | |
scars from his daddy | |
like slavery tracks | |
the secondlast child | |
was the secondlast king | |
never again was it the same | |
in the ring | |
he had a left | |
like henry' s hammer | |
a right like betty bamalam | |
rode with the muggers | |
in the dark and dread | |
and all them sluggers | |
went down like lead | |
they never could be sure | |
about the day he was born | |
a motherless child | |
set to working on the farm | |
and they never could be sure | |
about the day he died | |
the bear was the king | |
they cast aside | |
beware the bear' s in town | |
somebody' s money says | |
the bear' s going down | |
yeah, the bear never smiles | |
sonny' s going down | |
for miles and miles | |
sonny' s going down | |
for miles and miles | |
' some day they' re gonna write a | |
blues for fighters. It' ll just be for | |
slow guitar, soft trumpet and a bell.' | |
sonny liston 1962 |