Song | Baby Doe |
Artist | Steve Taylor |
Album | Now The Truth Can Be Told |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Taylor | |
Unfolding today | |
A miracle play | |
This Indiana morn | |
The father--he sighs | |
She opens her eyes | |
Their baby boy is born | |
"We don't understand | |
He's not like we planned" | |
The doctor shakes his head | |
"Abnormal" they cry | |
And so they decide | |
This child is better dead | |
I bear the blame | |
Believers are few | |
And what am I to do? | |
I share the shame | |
The cradle's below | |
And where is Baby Doe? | |
A hearing is sought | |
The lawyers are bought | |
The court won't let him eat | |
The papers applaud | |
When judges play God | |
This child is getting weak | |
They're drawing a bead | |
Reciting their creed | |
"Respect A Woman's Choice" | |
I've heard that before | |
How can you ignore | |
This baby has a voice | |
I bear the blame | |
Believers are few | |
And what am I to do? | |
I share the shame | |
The cradle's below | |
And where is Baby Doe? | |
Where will it end | |
Oh | |
No | |
No | |
It's over and done | |
The presses have run | |
Some call the parents brave | |
Behind your disguise your rhetoric lies | |
You watched a baby starve | |
I bear the blame | |
The cradle's below | |
And where is Baby? |
zuo qu : Taylor | |
Unfolding today | |
A miracle play | |
This Indiana morn | |
The fatherhe sighs | |
She opens her eyes | |
Their baby boy is born | |
" We don' t understand | |
He' s not like we planned" | |
The doctor shakes his head | |
" Abnormal" they cry | |
And so they decide | |
This child is better dead | |
I bear the blame | |
Believers are few | |
And what am I to do? | |
I share the shame | |
The cradle' s below | |
And where is Baby Doe? | |
A hearing is sought | |
The lawyers are bought | |
The court won' t let him eat | |
The papers applaud | |
When judges play God | |
This child is getting weak | |
They' re drawing a bead | |
Reciting their creed | |
" Respect A Woman' s Choice" | |
I' ve heard that before | |
How can you ignore | |
This baby has a voice | |
I bear the blame | |
Believers are few | |
And what am I to do? | |
I share the shame | |
The cradle' s below | |
And where is Baby Doe? | |
Where will it end | |
Oh | |
No | |
No | |
It' s over and done | |
The presses have run | |
Some call the parents brave | |
Behind your disguise your rhetoric lies | |
You watched a baby starve | |
I bear the blame | |
The cradle' s below | |
And where is Baby? |
zuò qǔ : Taylor | |
Unfolding today | |
A miracle play | |
This Indiana morn | |
The fatherhe sighs | |
She opens her eyes | |
Their baby boy is born | |
" We don' t understand | |
He' s not like we planned" | |
The doctor shakes his head | |
" Abnormal" they cry | |
And so they decide | |
This child is better dead | |
I bear the blame | |
Believers are few | |
And what am I to do? | |
I share the shame | |
The cradle' s below | |
And where is Baby Doe? | |
A hearing is sought | |
The lawyers are bought | |
The court won' t let him eat | |
The papers applaud | |
When judges play God | |
This child is getting weak | |
They' re drawing a bead | |
Reciting their creed | |
" Respect A Woman' s Choice" | |
I' ve heard that before | |
How can you ignore | |
This baby has a voice | |
I bear the blame | |
Believers are few | |
And what am I to do? | |
I share the shame | |
The cradle' s below | |
And where is Baby Doe? | |
Where will it end | |
Oh | |
No | |
No | |
It' s over and done | |
The presses have run | |
Some call the parents brave | |
Behind your disguise your rhetoric lies | |
You watched a baby starve | |
I bear the blame | |
The cradle' s below | |
And where is Baby? |