Song | Masters In China |
Artist | Priscilla Ahn |
Album | A Good Day |
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[00:00.00] | 作曲 : Benji Hughes |
[00:01.00] | 作词 : Benji Hughes |
[00:13.69] | You've always been bashful, you're just that way |
[00:20.06] | But your eyes are like billboards, they give you away |
[00:27.29] | Your mouth is a trumpet, somebody else plays |
[00:34.06] | Long after the notes gone, the tone usually stays |
[00:41.09] | And your chest a fine pillow, with lining of feather |
[00:48.52] | Your hair is a family, with strands stick together |
[00:55.57] | Fingers are keys from the grandest piano, played by a line that the Lord only knew |
[01:10.57] | |
[01:14.93] | A tongue of an angel, floats in red wine saliva |
[01:21.92] | |
[01:29.05] | Your face can't be captured by pictures or words |
[01:35.39] | And your voice is a music that I've never heard |
[01:42.38] | And your skin is a cream, dipped out beyond measure |
[01:49.96] | Your nose is a pink color touched by the weather |
[01:57.19] | Your fingers are keys from the grandest piano |
[02:04.26] | Played by a soul that the Lord only knows |
[02:11.94] | |
[02:15.74] | Ooh... |
[00:00.00] | zuo qu : Benji Hughes |
[00:01.00] | zuo ci : Benji Hughes |
[00:13.69] | You' ve always been bashful, you' re just that way |
[00:20.06] | But your eyes are like billboards, they give you away |
[00:27.29] | Your mouth is a trumpet, somebody else plays |
[00:34.06] | Long after the notes gone, the tone usually stays |
[00:41.09] | And your chest a fine pillow, with lining of feather |
[00:48.52] | Your hair is a family, with strands stick together |
[00:55.57] | Fingers are keys from the grandest piano, played by a line that the Lord only knew |
[01:10.57] | |
[01:14.93] | A tongue of an angel, floats in red wine saliva |
[01:21.92] | |
[01:29.05] | Your face can' t be captured by pictures or words |
[01:35.39] | And your voice is a music that I' ve never heard |
[01:42.38] | And your skin is a cream, dipped out beyond measure |
[01:49.96] | Your nose is a pink color touched by the weather |
[01:57.19] | Your fingers are keys from the grandest piano |
[02:04.26] | Played by a soul that the Lord only knows |
[02:11.94] | |
[02:15.74] | Ooh... |
[00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Benji Hughes |
[00:01.00] | zuò cí : Benji Hughes |
[00:13.69] | You' ve always been bashful, you' re just that way |
[00:20.06] | But your eyes are like billboards, they give you away |
[00:27.29] | Your mouth is a trumpet, somebody else plays |
[00:34.06] | Long after the notes gone, the tone usually stays |
[00:41.09] | And your chest a fine pillow, with lining of feather |
[00:48.52] | Your hair is a family, with strands stick together |
[00:55.57] | Fingers are keys from the grandest piano, played by a line that the Lord only knew |
[01:10.57] | |
[01:14.93] | A tongue of an angel, floats in red wine saliva |
[01:21.92] | |
[01:29.05] | Your face can' t be captured by pictures or words |
[01:35.39] | And your voice is a music that I' ve never heard |
[01:42.38] | And your skin is a cream, dipped out beyond measure |
[01:49.96] | Your nose is a pink color touched by the weather |
[01:57.19] | Your fingers are keys from the grandest piano |
[02:04.26] | Played by a soul that the Lord only knows |
[02:11.94] | |
[02:15.74] | Ooh... |