Song | Barrowlands |
Artist | The Bolshoi |
Album | Lindy's Party |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Bolshoi | |
Walking through the barrowlands | |
I heard and felt the wind | |
or was it the cold breath of history | |
the soldier's last gasp, his last sin | |
Walking through the barrowlands | |
a field of crows took flight | |
or were they dark familiars | |
ministers of night | |
Chorus: | |
When it gets dark | |
when it gets cold | |
when the mist comes on down | |
when you feel old | |
when there's no more talk | |
you will believe bones can walk | |
Walking through the barrowlands | |
I heard the distant guns | |
or was it the dreadful barrowbrook | |
about his dismal fun | |
Walking through the barrowlands | |
I turned towards the spire | |
or was it once the highest height | |
to which all men could aspire... | |
Yes, when it gets dark | |
when it gets cold | |
when the mist comes on down | |
when you feel old | |
when there's no more talk | |
you will believe bones can walk | |
when there's no more talk | |
you will believe bones can walk |
zuo qu : Bolshoi | |
Walking through the barrowlands | |
I heard and felt the wind | |
or was it the cold breath of history | |
the soldier' s last gasp, his last sin | |
Walking through the barrowlands | |
a field of crows took flight | |
or were they dark familiars | |
ministers of night | |
Chorus: | |
When it gets dark | |
when it gets cold | |
when the mist comes on down | |
when you feel old | |
when there' s no more talk | |
you will believe bones can walk | |
Walking through the barrowlands | |
I heard the distant guns | |
or was it the dreadful barrowbrook | |
about his dismal fun | |
Walking through the barrowlands | |
I turned towards the spire | |
or was it once the highest height | |
to which all men could aspire... | |
Yes, when it gets dark | |
when it gets cold | |
when the mist comes on down | |
when you feel old | |
when there' s no more talk | |
you will believe bones can walk | |
when there' s no more talk | |
you will believe bones can walk |
zuò qǔ : Bolshoi | |
Walking through the barrowlands | |
I heard and felt the wind | |
or was it the cold breath of history | |
the soldier' s last gasp, his last sin | |
Walking through the barrowlands | |
a field of crows took flight | |
or were they dark familiars | |
ministers of night | |
Chorus: | |
When it gets dark | |
when it gets cold | |
when the mist comes on down | |
when you feel old | |
when there' s no more talk | |
you will believe bones can walk | |
Walking through the barrowlands | |
I heard the distant guns | |
or was it the dreadful barrowbrook | |
about his dismal fun | |
Walking through the barrowlands | |
I turned towards the spire | |
or was it once the highest height | |
to which all men could aspire... | |
Yes, when it gets dark | |
when it gets cold | |
when the mist comes on down | |
when you feel old | |
when there' s no more talk | |
you will believe bones can walk | |
when there' s no more talk | |
you will believe bones can walk |