| Song | A Dead Man's Words |
| Artist | Queensrÿche |
| Album | American Soldier |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作曲 : Slater, Tate |
| [00:01.12] | Queensryche - A Dead Man's Words |
| [00:08.48] | |
| [00:13.70] | I trace what's left of my |
| [00:17.30] | cold steel...as it twitches. |
| [00:25.88] | Apply the tourniquet tight. |
| [00:30.68] | Savor the moment, |
| [00:32.51] | this might be my last sip of life. |
| [00:49.37] | |
| [00:52.24] | I see at least one hundred miles |
| [00:57.84] | Of shifting, stirring sand. |
| [01:04.85] | A forsaken man in this strangers' land. |
| [01:11.49] | They've left me for...dead. |
| [01:17.63] | |
| [01:19.00] | I'm so tired of feeling scared |
| [01:25.46] | but I've got to find a way. |
| [01:29.84] | I've got this gun in my hand, |
| [01:33.94] | blood on my tongue as I write |
| [01:38.39] | dead man's words. |
| [01:44.41] | |
| [01:50.26] | The word we hear is |
| [01:54.11] | there's one man down and he's alive. |
| [02:03.69] | They ask for volunteers. |
| [02:07.21] | I raise my hand high. |
| [02:10.79] | I'm sure he'd do the same for me. |
| [02:16.61] | It's three days through the desert heat |
| [02:23.02] | to save one man's life and |
| [02:27.88] | I don't even know his name. |
| [02:29.57] | |
| [02:29.94] | And I'm so tired and my thirst is strong. |
| [02:36.83] | I might not make it back alive. |
| [02:41.82] | But I've got my gun at my side. |
| [02:44.97] | There's just one fear I can't hide and it's |
| [02:49.74] | a dead man's words in the sand! |
| [03:02.54] | Out in the desert, so tired! |
| [03:34.77] | |
| [03:35.26] | How many days pass? |
| [03:38.59] | Hard to tel in the desert. |
| [03:43.19] | The wind says...nothing. |
| [03:46.39] | I move, the bullet bites, |
| [03:50.42] | infected to the bone. |
| [03:53.85] | Will it find its home...before me? |
| [03:59.80] | |
| [04:00.57] | I pray that you find me soon |
| [04:06.79] | before I slip away. |
| [04:13.75] | |
| [04:14.26] | I'm so tired but I've got to hang on. |
| [04:20.29] | I've just got to make it one more night. |
| [04:25.23] | I've got this gun in my hand. |
| [04:29.21] | I've got blood on my tongue. |
| [04:33.31] | One last time I write |
| [04:36.24] | dead man's words...out in the desert. |
| [05:07.94] | So tired! |
| [05:45.57] |
| [00:00.00] | zuo qu : Slater, Tate |
| [00:01.12] | Queensryche A Dead Man' s Words |
| [00:08.48] | |
| [00:13.70] | I trace what' s left of my |
| [00:17.30] | cold steel... as it twitches. |
| [00:25.88] | Apply the tourniquet tight. |
| [00:30.68] | Savor the moment, |
| [00:32.51] | this might be my last sip of life. |
| [00:49.37] | |
| [00:52.24] | I see at least one hundred miles |
| [00:57.84] | Of shifting, stirring sand. |
| [01:04.85] | A forsaken man in this strangers' land. |
| [01:11.49] | They' ve left me for... dead. |
| [01:17.63] | |
| [01:19.00] | I' m so tired of feeling scared |
| [01:25.46] | but I' ve got to find a way. |
| [01:29.84] | I' ve got this gun in my hand, |
| [01:33.94] | blood on my tongue as I write |
| [01:38.39] | dead man' s words. |
| [01:44.41] | |
| [01:50.26] | The word we hear is |
| [01:54.11] | there' s one man down and he' s alive. |
| [02:03.69] | They ask for volunteers. |
| [02:07.21] | I raise my hand high. |
| [02:10.79] | I' m sure he' d do the same for me. |
| [02:16.61] | It' s three days through the desert heat |
| [02:23.02] | to save one man' s life and |
| [02:27.88] | I don' t even know his name. |
| [02:29.57] | |
| [02:29.94] | And I' m so tired and my thirst is strong. |
| [02:36.83] | I might not make it back alive. |
| [02:41.82] | But I' ve got my gun at my side. |
| [02:44.97] | There' s just one fear I can' t hide and it' s |
| [02:49.74] | a dead man' s words in the sand! |
| [03:02.54] | Out in the desert, so tired! |
| [03:34.77] | |
| [03:35.26] | How many days pass? |
| [03:38.59] | Hard to tel in the desert. |
| [03:43.19] | The wind says... nothing. |
| [03:46.39] | I move, the bullet bites, |
| [03:50.42] | infected to the bone. |
| [03:53.85] | Will it find its home... before me? |
| [03:59.80] | |
| [04:00.57] | I pray that you find me soon |
| [04:06.79] | before I slip away. |
| [04:13.75] | |
| [04:14.26] | I' m so tired but I' ve got to hang on. |
| [04:20.29] | I' ve just got to make it one more night. |
| [04:25.23] | I' ve got this gun in my hand. |
| [04:29.21] | I' ve got blood on my tongue. |
| [04:33.31] | One last time I write |
| [04:36.24] | dead man' s words... out in the desert. |
| [05:07.94] | So tired! |
| [05:45.57] |
| [00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Slater, Tate |
| [00:01.12] | Queensryche A Dead Man' s Words |
| [00:08.48] | |
| [00:13.70] | I trace what' s left of my |
| [00:17.30] | cold steel... as it twitches. |
| [00:25.88] | Apply the tourniquet tight. |
| [00:30.68] | Savor the moment, |
| [00:32.51] | this might be my last sip of life. |
| [00:49.37] | |
| [00:52.24] | I see at least one hundred miles |
| [00:57.84] | Of shifting, stirring sand. |
| [01:04.85] | A forsaken man in this strangers' land. |
| [01:11.49] | They' ve left me for... dead. |
| [01:17.63] | |
| [01:19.00] | I' m so tired of feeling scared |
| [01:25.46] | but I' ve got to find a way. |
| [01:29.84] | I' ve got this gun in my hand, |
| [01:33.94] | blood on my tongue as I write |
| [01:38.39] | dead man' s words. |
| [01:44.41] | |
| [01:50.26] | The word we hear is |
| [01:54.11] | there' s one man down and he' s alive. |
| [02:03.69] | They ask for volunteers. |
| [02:07.21] | I raise my hand high. |
| [02:10.79] | I' m sure he' d do the same for me. |
| [02:16.61] | It' s three days through the desert heat |
| [02:23.02] | to save one man' s life and |
| [02:27.88] | I don' t even know his name. |
| [02:29.57] | |
| [02:29.94] | And I' m so tired and my thirst is strong. |
| [02:36.83] | I might not make it back alive. |
| [02:41.82] | But I' ve got my gun at my side. |
| [02:44.97] | There' s just one fear I can' t hide and it' s |
| [02:49.74] | a dead man' s words in the sand! |
| [03:02.54] | Out in the desert, so tired! |
| [03:34.77] | |
| [03:35.26] | How many days pass? |
| [03:38.59] | Hard to tel in the desert. |
| [03:43.19] | The wind says... nothing. |
| [03:46.39] | I move, the bullet bites, |
| [03:50.42] | infected to the bone. |
| [03:53.85] | Will it find its home... before me? |
| [03:59.80] | |
| [04:00.57] | I pray that you find me soon |
| [04:06.79] | before I slip away. |
| [04:13.75] | |
| [04:14.26] | I' m so tired but I' ve got to hang on. |
| [04:20.29] | I' ve just got to make it one more night. |
| [04:25.23] | I' ve got this gun in my hand. |
| [04:29.21] | I' ve got blood on my tongue. |
| [04:33.31] | One last time I write |
| [04:36.24] | dead man' s words... out in the desert. |
| [05:07.94] | So tired! |
| [05:45.57] |