Song | Left Hand Lost |
Artist | Dory Previn |
Album | Mary C. Brown And The Hollywood Sign |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Previn | |
The left hand is | |
We always say | |
The demon devil's side | |
The left had does | |
The dirty work | |
The shameful things | |
You hide | |
Judas kissed the left cheek of christ | |
It's satan's special mark | |
There were no left-footed animals | |
Allowed on noah's ark | |
Left-handed people are impure | |
They go against the grain | |
Left-handed children | |
Play with themselves | |
And drive themselves insane | |
I was born left-handed | |
But the nuns where i went to school | |
They said it wasn't right so they | |
Broke me of it | |
And now i'm right-handed | |
Just like i'm supposed to be | |
And now | |
I'm fine | |
I'm just fine | |
Really | |
Really | |
But sometimes | |
I get so low so low | |
Sometimes | |
I get so depressed | |
As though i lost | |
A part of me that loved me | |
The part that knew me best | |
The child in me that cried | |
To be cherished | |
The side of me | |
That tried to be my friend | |
In the heart of me was living | |
And loving | |
But it perished | |
And i'll never be | |
Completely me again | |
My right had fills the china teacups | |
And needlepoints with old maid aunts | |
My right hand clings to rosary beads | |
And waters dying plants | |
But it's never painted a picture | |
Nor has it run for president | |
My left hand | |
Might have done these things | |
If its roots | |
Had not been bent | |
A sculptor | |
A poet | |
It might have been | |
Instead of a useless thing | |
To decorate with bangles and bracelets | |
And my mother's wedding ring | |
Something | |
It might have accomplished | |
Or nothing | |
But now i'll never know | |
Oh | |
My lost | |
My left | |
My natural hand | |
My god | |
I miss you so |
zuo qu : Previn | |
The left hand is | |
We always say | |
The demon devil' s side | |
The left had does | |
The dirty work | |
The shameful things | |
You hide | |
Judas kissed the left cheek of christ | |
It' s satan' s special mark | |
There were no leftfooted animals | |
Allowed on noah' s ark | |
Lefthanded people are impure | |
They go against the grain | |
Lefthanded children | |
Play with themselves | |
And drive themselves insane | |
I was born lefthanded | |
But the nuns where i went to school | |
They said it wasn' t right so they | |
Broke me of it | |
And now i' m righthanded | |
Just like i' m supposed to be | |
And now | |
I' m fine | |
I' m just fine | |
Really | |
Really | |
But sometimes | |
I get so low so low | |
Sometimes | |
I get so depressed | |
As though i lost | |
A part of me that loved me | |
The part that knew me best | |
The child in me that cried | |
To be cherished | |
The side of me | |
That tried to be my friend | |
In the heart of me was living | |
And loving | |
But it perished | |
And i' ll never be | |
Completely me again | |
My right had fills the china teacups | |
And needlepoints with old maid aunts | |
My right hand clings to rosary beads | |
And waters dying plants | |
But it' s never painted a picture | |
Nor has it run for president | |
My left hand | |
Might have done these things | |
If its roots | |
Had not been bent | |
A sculptor | |
A poet | |
It might have been | |
Instead of a useless thing | |
To decorate with bangles and bracelets | |
And my mother' s wedding ring | |
Something | |
It might have accomplished | |
Or nothing | |
But now i' ll never know | |
Oh | |
My lost | |
My left | |
My natural hand | |
My god | |
I miss you so |
zuò qǔ : Previn | |
The left hand is | |
We always say | |
The demon devil' s side | |
The left had does | |
The dirty work | |
The shameful things | |
You hide | |
Judas kissed the left cheek of christ | |
It' s satan' s special mark | |
There were no leftfooted animals | |
Allowed on noah' s ark | |
Lefthanded people are impure | |
They go against the grain | |
Lefthanded children | |
Play with themselves | |
And drive themselves insane | |
I was born lefthanded | |
But the nuns where i went to school | |
They said it wasn' t right so they | |
Broke me of it | |
And now i' m righthanded | |
Just like i' m supposed to be | |
And now | |
I' m fine | |
I' m just fine | |
Really | |
Really | |
But sometimes | |
I get so low so low | |
Sometimes | |
I get so depressed | |
As though i lost | |
A part of me that loved me | |
The part that knew me best | |
The child in me that cried | |
To be cherished | |
The side of me | |
That tried to be my friend | |
In the heart of me was living | |
And loving | |
But it perished | |
And i' ll never be | |
Completely me again | |
My right had fills the china teacups | |
And needlepoints with old maid aunts | |
My right hand clings to rosary beads | |
And waters dying plants | |
But it' s never painted a picture | |
Nor has it run for president | |
My left hand | |
Might have done these things | |
If its roots | |
Had not been bent | |
A sculptor | |
A poet | |
It might have been | |
Instead of a useless thing | |
To decorate with bangles and bracelets | |
And my mother' s wedding ring | |
Something | |
It might have accomplished | |
Or nothing | |
But now i' ll never know | |
Oh | |
My lost | |
My left | |
My natural hand | |
My god | |
I miss you so |