Song | Undertaker Strut |
Artist | Ed Harcourt |
Album | From Every Sphere |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Harcourt | |
Down in the valley where the river flows | |
There's a man with a long black coat | |
Clouds that are black and rain that is falling | |
On the coffin that tries to float | |
Children they cry | |
When they look eye to eye | |
Stay in your home | |
When the undertaker roams | |
Your town | |
The Funeral director is a busy man | |
He must do the job on time | |
Tape measures, nails and a clawhammer beckon | |
To bind the wood that binds | |
Children they cry | |
When they look eye to eye | |
Stay in your home | |
When the undertaker roams | |
Your town | |
Blind as a bat | |
Chain up the soul | |
Don't chew the fat | |
Just hide in a hole | |
Oh, down in the valley where the river flows | |
There's a man with the long black coat | |
Clouds that char black and rain that will falling | |
On the coffin that starts to float | |
Children they cry | |
When they look eye to eye | |
Stay in your home | |
When the undertaker roams your town... | |
Blind as a bat | |
Chain up the soul | |
Don't chew the fat | |
Just hide in a hole |
zuo qu : Harcourt | |
Down in the valley where the river flows | |
There' s a man with a long black coat | |
Clouds that are black and rain that is falling | |
On the coffin that tries to float | |
Children they cry | |
When they look eye to eye | |
Stay in your home | |
When the undertaker roams | |
Your town | |
The Funeral director is a busy man | |
He must do the job on time | |
Tape measures, nails and a clawhammer beckon | |
To bind the wood that binds | |
Children they cry | |
When they look eye to eye | |
Stay in your home | |
When the undertaker roams | |
Your town | |
Blind as a bat | |
Chain up the soul | |
Don' t chew the fat | |
Just hide in a hole | |
Oh, down in the valley where the river flows | |
There' s a man with the long black coat | |
Clouds that char black and rain that will falling | |
On the coffin that starts to float | |
Children they cry | |
When they look eye to eye | |
Stay in your home | |
When the undertaker roams your town... | |
Blind as a bat | |
Chain up the soul | |
Don' t chew the fat | |
Just hide in a hole |
zuò qǔ : Harcourt | |
Down in the valley where the river flows | |
There' s a man with a long black coat | |
Clouds that are black and rain that is falling | |
On the coffin that tries to float | |
Children they cry | |
When they look eye to eye | |
Stay in your home | |
When the undertaker roams | |
Your town | |
The Funeral director is a busy man | |
He must do the job on time | |
Tape measures, nails and a clawhammer beckon | |
To bind the wood that binds | |
Children they cry | |
When they look eye to eye | |
Stay in your home | |
When the undertaker roams | |
Your town | |
Blind as a bat | |
Chain up the soul | |
Don' t chew the fat | |
Just hide in a hole | |
Oh, down in the valley where the river flows | |
There' s a man with the long black coat | |
Clouds that char black and rain that will falling | |
On the coffin that starts to float | |
Children they cry | |
When they look eye to eye | |
Stay in your home | |
When the undertaker roams your town... | |
Blind as a bat | |
Chain up the soul | |
Don' t chew the fat | |
Just hide in a hole |