Song | The Next Day |
Artist | David Bowie |
Album | Next Day Extra |
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[00:00.00] | The Next Day |
[00:03.45] | 演唱 David Bowie |
[00:08.82] | "Look into my eyes", he tells her |
[00:09.01] | |
[00:12.60] | "I'm gonna say goodbye", he says, yeah |
[00:16.47] | "Do not cry", she begs of him goodbye, yeah |
[00:20.42] | All that day she thinks of his love, yeah |
[00:24.42] | They whip him through the streets and alleys there |
[00:28.32] | The gormless and the baying crowd right there |
[00:32.24] | They can't get enough of that doomsday song |
[00:35.92] | They can't get enough of it all |
[00:40.36] | Listen |
[00:42.05] | |
[00:48.07] | "Listen to the whores", he tells her |
[00:51.86] | He fashions paper sculptures of them |
[00:55.52] | Then drags them to the river's bank in the cart |
[00:59.54] | Their soggy paper bodies wash ashore in the dark |
[01:03.38] | And the priest stiff in hate now demanding fun begin |
[01:07.41] | Of his women dressed as men for the pleasure of that priest |
[01:11.60] | Here I am, not quite dying |
[01:15.47] | My body left to rot in a hollow tree |
[01:19.30] | Its branches throwing shadows on the gallows for me |
[01:23.18] | And the next day, |
[01:25.28] | And the next, |
[01:26.35] | And another day |
[01:35.23] | Ignoring the pain of their particular diseases |
[01:39.10] | They chase him through the alleys chase him down the steps |
[01:42.90] | They haul him through the mud and they chant for his death |
[01:46.84] | And drag him to the feet of the purple headed priest |
[01:50.95] | First they give you everything that you want |
[01:54.76] | Then they take back everything that you have |
[01:58.68] | They live upon their feet and they die upon their knees |
[02:02.57] | They can work with satan while they dress like the saints |
[02:06.53] | They know god exists for the devil told them so |
[02:10.44] | They scream my name aloud down into the well below |
[02:14.48] | Here I am, not quite dying |
[02:18.51] | My body left to rot in a hollow tree |
[02:22.33] | Its' branches throwing shadows on the gallows for me |
[02:26.16] | And the next day, |
[02:28.16] | And the next, |
[02:29.21] | And another day. |
[02:30.69] | Here I am, not quite dying |
[02:34.16] | My body left to rot in a hollow tree |
[02:37.79] | Its' branches throwing shadows on the gallows for me |
[02:42.01] | And the next day, |
[02:43.90] | And the next, |
[02:44.80] | And another day. |
[02:46.30] | Here I am, not quite dying |
[02:49.85] | My body left to rot in a hollow tree |
[02:53.54] | Its' branches throwing shadows on the gallows for me |
[02:57.60] | And the next day, |
[02:59.69] | And the next, |
[03:00.50] | And another day. |
[03:03.14] | |
[03:09.97] | Listen. |
[03:11.98] |
[00:00.00] | The Next Day |
[00:03.45] | yan chang David Bowie |
[00:08.82] | " Look into my eyes", he tells her |
[00:09.01] | |
[00:12.60] | " I' m gonna say goodbye", he says, yeah |
[00:16.47] | " Do not cry", she begs of him goodbye, yeah |
[00:20.42] | All that day she thinks of his love, yeah |
[00:24.42] | They whip him through the streets and alleys there |
[00:28.32] | The gormless and the baying crowd right there |
[00:32.24] | They can' t get enough of that doomsday song |
[00:35.92] | They can' t get enough of it all |
[00:40.36] | Listen |
[00:42.05] | |
[00:48.07] | " Listen to the whores", he tells her |
[00:51.86] | He fashions paper sculptures of them |
[00:55.52] | Then drags them to the river' s bank in the cart |
[00:59.54] | Their soggy paper bodies wash ashore in the dark |
[01:03.38] | And the priest stiff in hate now demanding fun begin |
[01:07.41] | Of his women dressed as men for the pleasure of that priest |
[01:11.60] | Here I am, not quite dying |
[01:15.47] | My body left to rot in a hollow tree |
[01:19.30] | Its branches throwing shadows on the gallows for me |
[01:23.18] | And the next day, |
[01:25.28] | And the next, |
[01:26.35] | And another day |
[01:35.23] | Ignoring the pain of their particular diseases |
[01:39.10] | They chase him through the alleys chase him down the steps |
[01:42.90] | They haul him through the mud and they chant for his death |
[01:46.84] | And drag him to the feet of the purple headed priest |
[01:50.95] | First they give you everything that you want |
[01:54.76] | Then they take back everything that you have |
[01:58.68] | They live upon their feet and they die upon their knees |
[02:02.57] | They can work with satan while they dress like the saints |
[02:06.53] | They know god exists for the devil told them so |
[02:10.44] | They scream my name aloud down into the well below |
[02:14.48] | Here I am, not quite dying |
[02:18.51] | My body left to rot in a hollow tree |
[02:22.33] | Its' branches throwing shadows on the gallows for me |
[02:26.16] | And the next day, |
[02:28.16] | And the next, |
[02:29.21] | And another day. |
[02:30.69] | Here I am, not quite dying |
[02:34.16] | My body left to rot in a hollow tree |
[02:37.79] | Its' branches throwing shadows on the gallows for me |
[02:42.01] | And the next day, |
[02:43.90] | And the next, |
[02:44.80] | And another day. |
[02:46.30] | Here I am, not quite dying |
[02:49.85] | My body left to rot in a hollow tree |
[02:53.54] | Its' branches throwing shadows on the gallows for me |
[02:57.60] | And the next day, |
[02:59.69] | And the next, |
[03:00.50] | And another day. |
[03:03.14] | |
[03:09.97] | Listen. |
[03:11.98] |
[00:00.00] | The Next Day |
[00:03.45] | yǎn chàng David Bowie |
[00:08.82] | " Look into my eyes", he tells her |
[00:09.01] | |
[00:12.60] | " I' m gonna say goodbye", he says, yeah |
[00:16.47] | " Do not cry", she begs of him goodbye, yeah |
[00:20.42] | All that day she thinks of his love, yeah |
[00:24.42] | They whip him through the streets and alleys there |
[00:28.32] | The gormless and the baying crowd right there |
[00:32.24] | They can' t get enough of that doomsday song |
[00:35.92] | They can' t get enough of it all |
[00:40.36] | Listen |
[00:42.05] | |
[00:48.07] | " Listen to the whores", he tells her |
[00:51.86] | He fashions paper sculptures of them |
[00:55.52] | Then drags them to the river' s bank in the cart |
[00:59.54] | Their soggy paper bodies wash ashore in the dark |
[01:03.38] | And the priest stiff in hate now demanding fun begin |
[01:07.41] | Of his women dressed as men for the pleasure of that priest |
[01:11.60] | Here I am, not quite dying |
[01:15.47] | My body left to rot in a hollow tree |
[01:19.30] | Its branches throwing shadows on the gallows for me |
[01:23.18] | And the next day, |
[01:25.28] | And the next, |
[01:26.35] | And another day |
[01:35.23] | Ignoring the pain of their particular diseases |
[01:39.10] | They chase him through the alleys chase him down the steps |
[01:42.90] | They haul him through the mud and they chant for his death |
[01:46.84] | And drag him to the feet of the purple headed priest |
[01:50.95] | First they give you everything that you want |
[01:54.76] | Then they take back everything that you have |
[01:58.68] | They live upon their feet and they die upon their knees |
[02:02.57] | They can work with satan while they dress like the saints |
[02:06.53] | They know god exists for the devil told them so |
[02:10.44] | They scream my name aloud down into the well below |
[02:14.48] | Here I am, not quite dying |
[02:18.51] | My body left to rot in a hollow tree |
[02:22.33] | Its' branches throwing shadows on the gallows for me |
[02:26.16] | And the next day, |
[02:28.16] | And the next, |
[02:29.21] | And another day. |
[02:30.69] | Here I am, not quite dying |
[02:34.16] | My body left to rot in a hollow tree |
[02:37.79] | Its' branches throwing shadows on the gallows for me |
[02:42.01] | And the next day, |
[02:43.90] | And the next, |
[02:44.80] | And another day. |
[02:46.30] | Here I am, not quite dying |
[02:49.85] | My body left to rot in a hollow tree |
[02:53.54] | Its' branches throwing shadows on the gallows for me |
[02:57.60] | And the next day, |
[02:59.69] | And the next, |
[03:00.50] | And another day. |
[03:03.14] | |
[03:09.97] | Listen. |
[03:11.98] |