Song | Best Day Until Tomorrow |
Artist | The Real McKenzies |
Album | Shine Not Burn |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Boland, McKenzie, Robertson | |
enjoy what'chas got, not what you have not | |
'tis a weak heart lamenting with sorrow | |
when the days seem cursed, it could always be worse | |
fight depression with sword and arrow | |
when the zeppelinous clouds of trouble abound | |
and thunder is clapping and lightning strikes ground | |
just when yer thinking this may be your last | |
throw a lash 'round the mast, hold fast! | |
when the world ain't right, and it smithes ye with strife | |
ye can now buckle down, it's a test they call life | |
very soon you will see what kind of animal you'd be | |
taking the bite outta life | |
when they're testing the gallows, yer hung like a dog | |
or they're marching us out to a firing squad | |
we just smile and recall all the good times we had | |
it's the best 'til tomorrow | |
it's the best day 'til tomorrow | |
no considering surrender when yer down in the dregs | |
if ye look down and notice you still have your legs | |
so stand up and fight you just might seize the day | |
it's the best day 'til tomorrow |
zuo qu : Boland, McKenzie, Robertson | |
enjoy what' chas got, not what you have not | |
' tis a weak heart lamenting with sorrow | |
when the days seem cursed, it could always be worse | |
fight depression with sword and arrow | |
when the zeppelinous clouds of trouble abound | |
and thunder is clapping and lightning strikes ground | |
just when yer thinking this may be your last | |
throw a lash ' round the mast, hold fast! | |
when the world ain' t right, and it smithes ye with strife | |
ye can now buckle down, it' s a test they call life | |
very soon you will see what kind of animal you' d be | |
taking the bite outta life | |
when they' re testing the gallows, yer hung like a dog | |
or they' re marching us out to a firing squad | |
we just smile and recall all the good times we had | |
it' s the best ' til tomorrow | |
it' s the best day ' til tomorrow | |
no considering surrender when yer down in the dregs | |
if ye look down and notice you still have your legs | |
so stand up and fight you just might seize the day | |
it' s the best day ' til tomorrow |
zuò qǔ : Boland, McKenzie, Robertson | |
enjoy what' chas got, not what you have not | |
' tis a weak heart lamenting with sorrow | |
when the days seem cursed, it could always be worse | |
fight depression with sword and arrow | |
when the zeppelinous clouds of trouble abound | |
and thunder is clapping and lightning strikes ground | |
just when yer thinking this may be your last | |
throw a lash ' round the mast, hold fast! | |
when the world ain' t right, and it smithes ye with strife | |
ye can now buckle down, it' s a test they call life | |
very soon you will see what kind of animal you' d be | |
taking the bite outta life | |
when they' re testing the gallows, yer hung like a dog | |
or they' re marching us out to a firing squad | |
we just smile and recall all the good times we had | |
it' s the best ' til tomorrow | |
it' s the best day ' til tomorrow | |
no considering surrender when yer down in the dregs | |
if ye look down and notice you still have your legs | |
so stand up and fight you just might seize the day | |
it' s the best day ' til tomorrow |