Song | I Will Go On |
Artist | Chris Rea |
Album | Santo Spirito Blues |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : ∶yozuca* | |
I got a cold grey morning, | |
Waiting for me. | |
I look out my window, | |
Should don't like what | |
I see. Seems like the devil himself | |
Is singing my song. | |
I pick myself up | |
And I will go on. [?] in the wind and rain. | |
Seems like the devil himself | |
Is callin' my name. | |
But I can't never give up | |
No matter how long | |
So I pick myself up | |
And I will go on. | |
Pick myself up | |
And I will go on. | |
Stronger on the mountain. | |
There's a wild storm at sea | |
Thou than | |
I think of your sweet love | |
That means nothing to me. | |
So I will never give up | |
No matter how long. | |
I pick myself up | |
And I will go on. | |
Pick myself up, yeah | |
And I will go on. |
zuo ci : yozuca | |
I got a cold grey morning, | |
Waiting for me. | |
I look out my window, | |
Should don' t like what | |
I see. Seems like the devil himself | |
Is singing my song. | |
I pick myself up | |
And I will go on. ? in the wind and rain. | |
Seems like the devil himself | |
Is callin' my name. | |
But I can' t never give up | |
No matter how long | |
So I pick myself up | |
And I will go on. | |
Pick myself up | |
And I will go on. | |
Stronger on the mountain. | |
There' s a wild storm at sea | |
Thou than | |
I think of your sweet love | |
That means nothing to me. | |
So I will never give up | |
No matter how long. | |
I pick myself up | |
And I will go on. | |
Pick myself up, yeah | |
And I will go on. |
zuò cí : yozuca | |
I got a cold grey morning, | |
Waiting for me. | |
I look out my window, | |
Should don' t like what | |
I see. Seems like the devil himself | |
Is singing my song. | |
I pick myself up | |
And I will go on. ? in the wind and rain. | |
Seems like the devil himself | |
Is callin' my name. | |
But I can' t never give up | |
No matter how long | |
So I pick myself up | |
And I will go on. | |
Pick myself up | |
And I will go on. | |
Stronger on the mountain. | |
There' s a wild storm at sea | |
Thou than | |
I think of your sweet love | |
That means nothing to me. | |
So I will never give up | |
No matter how long. | |
I pick myself up | |
And I will go on. | |
Pick myself up, yeah | |
And I will go on. |