| Song | Wond'Ring Aloud |
| Artist | Jethro Tull |
| Album | Aqualung |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作词 : Anderson |
| [00:01.85] | Wond'ring aloud -- |
| [00:05.04] | How we feel today. |
| [00:13.56] | Last night sipped the sunset -- |
| [00:17.31] | My hands in her hair. |
| [00:30.65] | We are our own saviours |
| [00:33.84] | As we start both our hearts beating life |
| [00:42.84] | Into each other. |
| [00:50.09] | Wond'ring aloud -- |
| [00:53.26] | Will the years treat us well. |
| [01:01.85] | As she floats in the kitchen, |
| [01:05.70] | I'm tasting the smell |
| [01:18.54] | Of toast as the butter runs. |
| [01:21.98] | Then she comes, spilling crumbs on the bed |
| [01:31.15] | And I shake my head. |
| [01:36.75] | And it's only the giving |
| [01:39.61] | That makes you what you are. |
| [00:00.00] | zuo ci : Anderson |
| [00:01.85] | Wond' ring aloud |
| [00:05.04] | How we feel today. |
| [00:13.56] | Last night sipped the sunset |
| [00:17.31] | My hands in her hair. |
| [00:30.65] | We are our own saviours |
| [00:33.84] | As we start both our hearts beating life |
| [00:42.84] | Into each other. |
| [00:50.09] | Wond' ring aloud |
| [00:53.26] | Will the years treat us well. |
| [01:01.85] | As she floats in the kitchen, |
| [01:05.70] | I' m tasting the smell |
| [01:18.54] | Of toast as the butter runs. |
| [01:21.98] | Then she comes, spilling crumbs on the bed |
| [01:31.15] | And I shake my head. |
| [01:36.75] | And it' s only the giving |
| [01:39.61] | That makes you what you are. |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : Anderson |
| [00:01.85] | Wond' ring aloud |
| [00:05.04] | How we feel today. |
| [00:13.56] | Last night sipped the sunset |
| [00:17.31] | My hands in her hair. |
| [00:30.65] | We are our own saviours |
| [00:33.84] | As we start both our hearts beating life |
| [00:42.84] | Into each other. |
| [00:50.09] | Wond' ring aloud |
| [00:53.26] | Will the years treat us well. |
| [01:01.85] | As she floats in the kitchen, |
| [01:05.70] | I' m tasting the smell |
| [01:18.54] | Of toast as the butter runs. |
| [01:21.98] | Then she comes, spilling crumbs on the bed |
| [01:31.15] | And I shake my head. |
| [01:36.75] | And it' s only the giving |
| [01:39.61] | That makes you what you are. |