Toreador In The Rain Lyrics
| Song | Toreador In The Rain |
| Artist | Marc Almond |
| Album | Enchanted |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Almond | |
| Sad little boy of the street | |
| Hands of a thief | |
| With the mind of a dreamer | |
| Dodging the puddles with feet | |
| Of a torero in an arena | |
| Sings an old andalucian song | |
| Dancing along | |
| Using his dirty red coat as a cape | |
| Rain thundering down | |
| Sounds like the applause from | |
| Hundreds of people | |
| He feels free as the wind | |
| Free as the swifts | |
| Around the cathedral | |
| Kneels to acknowledge his fame | |
| Forgets all his pain | |
| Little toreador in the rain | |
| Bathed in a rainbow of pink | |
| Purple and blue outside la molina | |
| The pavement reflecting the neon | |
| Lights this torero in his arena | |
| He looks down at his clothes | |
| Imagining those | |
| Worn of sequin, gold and brocade | |
| He kneels and kisses the beast | |
| Fearing the least | |
| Knowing death will not find him | |
| But maybe one day he will face | |
| The horns of the devil | |
| His childhood behind him | |
| Brave young man from the streets | |
| No more a thief | |
| No longer a dreamer | |
| Stands in front of the beast | |
| A golden torero in an arena | |
| It starts to thunder and rain | |
| Remembering that day | |
| He danced like a fool on the wing of a dream | |
| Sand turning to mud | |
| Soon where his blood will splatter and mingle | |
| Free, free as an angel | |
| Up with the swifts | |
| Around the cathedral | |
| Never to be seen again | |
| Dreams all in vain | |
| There lies the toreador in the rain | |
| Little toreador in the rain | |
| Little toreador in the rain |
| zuo ci : Almond | |
| Sad little boy of the street | |
| Hands of a thief | |
| With the mind of a dreamer | |
| Dodging the puddles with feet | |
| Of a torero in an arena | |
| Sings an old andalucian song | |
| Dancing along | |
| Using his dirty red coat as a cape | |
| Rain thundering down | |
| Sounds like the applause from | |
| Hundreds of people | |
| He feels free as the wind | |
| Free as the swifts | |
| Around the cathedral | |
| Kneels to acknowledge his fame | |
| Forgets all his pain | |
| Little toreador in the rain | |
| Bathed in a rainbow of pink | |
| Purple and blue outside la molina | |
| The pavement reflecting the neon | |
| Lights this torero in his arena | |
| He looks down at his clothes | |
| Imagining those | |
| Worn of sequin, gold and brocade | |
| He kneels and kisses the beast | |
| Fearing the least | |
| Knowing death will not find him | |
| But maybe one day he will face | |
| The horns of the devil | |
| His childhood behind him | |
| Brave young man from the streets | |
| No more a thief | |
| No longer a dreamer | |
| Stands in front of the beast | |
| A golden torero in an arena | |
| It starts to thunder and rain | |
| Remembering that day | |
| He danced like a fool on the wing of a dream | |
| Sand turning to mud | |
| Soon where his blood will splatter and mingle | |
| Free, free as an angel | |
| Up with the swifts | |
| Around the cathedral | |
| Never to be seen again | |
| Dreams all in vain | |
| There lies the toreador in the rain | |
| Little toreador in the rain | |
| Little toreador in the rain |
| zuò cí : Almond | |
| Sad little boy of the street | |
| Hands of a thief | |
| With the mind of a dreamer | |
| Dodging the puddles with feet | |
| Of a torero in an arena | |
| Sings an old andalucian song | |
| Dancing along | |
| Using his dirty red coat as a cape | |
| Rain thundering down | |
| Sounds like the applause from | |
| Hundreds of people | |
| He feels free as the wind | |
| Free as the swifts | |
| Around the cathedral | |
| Kneels to acknowledge his fame | |
| Forgets all his pain | |
| Little toreador in the rain | |
| Bathed in a rainbow of pink | |
| Purple and blue outside la molina | |
| The pavement reflecting the neon | |
| Lights this torero in his arena | |
| He looks down at his clothes | |
| Imagining those | |
| Worn of sequin, gold and brocade | |
| He kneels and kisses the beast | |
| Fearing the least | |
| Knowing death will not find him | |
| But maybe one day he will face | |
| The horns of the devil | |
| His childhood behind him | |
| Brave young man from the streets | |
| No more a thief | |
| No longer a dreamer | |
| Stands in front of the beast | |
| A golden torero in an arena | |
| It starts to thunder and rain | |
| Remembering that day | |
| He danced like a fool on the wing of a dream | |
| Sand turning to mud | |
| Soon where his blood will splatter and mingle | |
| Free, free as an angel | |
| Up with the swifts | |
| Around the cathedral | |
| Never to be seen again | |
| Dreams all in vain | |
| There lies the toreador in the rain | |
| Little toreador in the rain | |
| Little toreador in the rain |
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