Song | Life Left Him There |
Artist | The Minus 5 |
Album | Down With Wilco |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : McCaughey | |
There was a kind and gentle soul | |
And he was tied up to a chair | |
Still he loved and never lost | |
Although life left him there | |
And when he moaned, the timbers shook | |
The floor beneath him, too | |
And plaster fell on his bare head | |
The fire was bright and blue | |
I know we're going to meet you | |
I know we're going to meet you there | |
I know we're going to meet you somewhere | |
Whatever debts are paid in full | |
"Receive me now," he cried | |
And as the walls came crackling down | |
Believers watched outside | |
O Lamb of God, was ever pain | |
Was ever doubt so rare? | |
And still he loved and never lost | |
Although life left him there |
zuo qu : McCaughey | |
There was a kind and gentle soul | |
And he was tied up to a chair | |
Still he loved and never lost | |
Although life left him there | |
And when he moaned, the timbers shook | |
The floor beneath him, too | |
And plaster fell on his bare head | |
The fire was bright and blue | |
I know we' re going to meet you | |
I know we' re going to meet you there | |
I know we' re going to meet you somewhere | |
Whatever debts are paid in full | |
" Receive me now," he cried | |
And as the walls came crackling down | |
Believers watched outside | |
O Lamb of God, was ever pain | |
Was ever doubt so rare? | |
And still he loved and never lost | |
Although life left him there |
zuò qǔ : McCaughey | |
There was a kind and gentle soul | |
And he was tied up to a chair | |
Still he loved and never lost | |
Although life left him there | |
And when he moaned, the timbers shook | |
The floor beneath him, too | |
And plaster fell on his bare head | |
The fire was bright and blue | |
I know we' re going to meet you | |
I know we' re going to meet you there | |
I know we' re going to meet you somewhere | |
Whatever debts are paid in full | |
" Receive me now," he cried | |
And as the walls came crackling down | |
Believers watched outside | |
O Lamb of God, was ever pain | |
Was ever doubt so rare? | |
And still he loved and never lost | |
Although life left him there |