Song | Like Being Born |
Artist | Marianne Faithfull |
Album | Kissin' Time |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Beck, Faithfull | |
My father promised me roses | |
My mother promised me storms | |
My father taught me to use my mind | |
My mother taught me scorn | |
He touches me lightly with his hand | |
It feels like being born | |
It feels like being born | |
It feels like being born | |
My father promised me green trees | |
My mother promised me stars | |
I hardly see the love I have | |
It all goes by so fast | |
He kisses me gently with his lips | |
It's near, what once was far | |
It's near, what once was far | |
It's near, what once was far | |
My father promised me roses | |
My mother promised me thorns | |
My father taught me to use my mind | |
My mother taught me scorn | |
He touches me lightly with his hand | |
It feels like being born | |
It feels like being born | |
It feels like being born |
zuo ci : Beck, Faithfull | |
My father promised me roses | |
My mother promised me storms | |
My father taught me to use my mind | |
My mother taught me scorn | |
He touches me lightly with his hand | |
It feels like being born | |
It feels like being born | |
It feels like being born | |
My father promised me green trees | |
My mother promised me stars | |
I hardly see the love I have | |
It all goes by so fast | |
He kisses me gently with his lips | |
It' s near, what once was far | |
It' s near, what once was far | |
It' s near, what once was far | |
My father promised me roses | |
My mother promised me thorns | |
My father taught me to use my mind | |
My mother taught me scorn | |
He touches me lightly with his hand | |
It feels like being born | |
It feels like being born | |
It feels like being born |
zuò cí : Beck, Faithfull | |
My father promised me roses | |
My mother promised me storms | |
My father taught me to use my mind | |
My mother taught me scorn | |
He touches me lightly with his hand | |
It feels like being born | |
It feels like being born | |
It feels like being born | |
My father promised me green trees | |
My mother promised me stars | |
I hardly see the love I have | |
It all goes by so fast | |
He kisses me gently with his lips | |
It' s near, what once was far | |
It' s near, what once was far | |
It' s near, what once was far | |
My father promised me roses | |
My mother promised me thorns | |
My father taught me to use my mind | |
My mother taught me scorn | |
He touches me lightly with his hand | |
It feels like being born | |
It feels like being born | |
It feels like being born |