Song | Bronco Bill's Lament |
Artist | Don McLean |
Album | Solo |
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[00:00.00] | 作曲 : McLean |
[00:00.56] | Bronco Bill's Lament |
[00:01.24] | I coulda been most anything I put my mind to be, |
[00:05.98] | But a cowboy's life was the only life for me. |
[00:11.79] | It's a strong man's occupation ridin' herd and livin' free, |
[00:16.28] | But strong men often fail |
[00:20.46] | Where shrewd men can prevail, |
[00:23.83] | I'm an old man now with nothin' left to say, |
[00:29.94] | But oh god how I worked my youth away. |
[00:37.06] | Well you may not recognize my face, I used to be a star, |
[00:43.24] | A cowboy hero known both near and far. |
[00:49.11] | I perched upon a silver mount and sang with my guitar, |
[00:55.03] | But the studio of course, |
[00:57.84] | owned my saddle and my horse, |
[01:00.83] | But that six-gun on the wall belongs to me, |
[01:07.08] | Oh god I can't live a memory. |
[01:14.01] | You know I'd like to put my finger on that trigger once again, |
[01:20.74] | And point that gun at all the prideful men. |
[01:26.30] | All the voyeurs and the lawyers who can pull a fountain pen, |
[01:30.85] | And put you where they choose, |
[01:35.22] | With the language that they use, |
[01:38.53] | And enslave you till you work your youth away, |
[01:44.57] | Oh god how I worked my youth away. |
[01:50.88] | Whoopee ty yioh |
[01:53.19] | Whoopee ty yi ay, |
[01:56.19] | One man's work is another man's play |
[02:00.86] | Oh God how I worked my youth away. |
[02:07.17] | You see I always liked the notion of a cowboy fighting crime, |
[02:14.72] | This photograph was taken in my prime, |
[02:20.27] | I could beat those desperados but there's no sense fightin' time, |
[02:25.40] | But the singin' was a ball |
[02:29.27] | 'Cause I'm not musical at all, |
[02:31.08] | I moved my lips to someone else's voice. |
[02:36.01] | |
[02:50.17] | I coulda been most anything I put my mind to be, |
[02:56.29] | But a cowboy's life was the only life for me. |
[03:02.28] | It's a strong man's occupation ridin' herd and livin' free, |
[03:08.08] | But strong men often fail |
[03:11.20] | Where shrewd men can prevail, |
[03:14.69] | I'm an old man now with nothin' left to say, |
[03:21.00] | But oh god how I worked my youth away |
[00:00.00] | zuo qu : McLean |
[00:00.56] | Bronco Bill' s Lament |
[00:01.24] | I coulda been most anything I put my mind to be, |
[00:05.98] | But a cowboy' s life was the only life for me. |
[00:11.79] | It' s a strong man' s occupation ridin' herd and livin' free, |
[00:16.28] | But strong men often fail |
[00:20.46] | Where shrewd men can prevail, |
[00:23.83] | I' m an old man now with nothin' left to say, |
[00:29.94] | But oh god how I worked my youth away. |
[00:37.06] | Well you may not recognize my face, I used to be a star, |
[00:43.24] | A cowboy hero known both near and far. |
[00:49.11] | I perched upon a silver mount and sang with my guitar, |
[00:55.03] | But the studio of course, |
[00:57.84] | owned my saddle and my horse, |
[01:00.83] | But that sixgun on the wall belongs to me, |
[01:07.08] | Oh god I can' t live a memory. |
[01:14.01] | You know I' d like to put my finger on that trigger once again, |
[01:20.74] | And point that gun at all the prideful men. |
[01:26.30] | All the voyeurs and the lawyers who can pull a fountain pen, |
[01:30.85] | And put you where they choose, |
[01:35.22] | With the language that they use, |
[01:38.53] | And enslave you till you work your youth away, |
[01:44.57] | Oh god how I worked my youth away. |
[01:50.88] | Whoopee ty yioh |
[01:53.19] | Whoopee ty yi ay, |
[01:56.19] | One man' s work is another man' s play |
[02:00.86] | Oh God how I worked my youth away. |
[02:07.17] | You see I always liked the notion of a cowboy fighting crime, |
[02:14.72] | This photograph was taken in my prime, |
[02:20.27] | I could beat those desperados but there' s no sense fightin' time, |
[02:25.40] | But the singin' was a ball |
[02:29.27] | ' Cause I' m not musical at all, |
[02:31.08] | I moved my lips to someone else' s voice. |
[02:36.01] | |
[02:50.17] | I coulda been most anything I put my mind to be, |
[02:56.29] | But a cowboy' s life was the only life for me. |
[03:02.28] | It' s a strong man' s occupation ridin' herd and livin' free, |
[03:08.08] | But strong men often fail |
[03:11.20] | Where shrewd men can prevail, |
[03:14.69] | I' m an old man now with nothin' left to say, |
[03:21.00] | But oh god how I worked my youth away |
[00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : McLean |
[00:00.56] | Bronco Bill' s Lament |
[00:01.24] | I coulda been most anything I put my mind to be, |
[00:05.98] | But a cowboy' s life was the only life for me. |
[00:11.79] | It' s a strong man' s occupation ridin' herd and livin' free, |
[00:16.28] | But strong men often fail |
[00:20.46] | Where shrewd men can prevail, |
[00:23.83] | I' m an old man now with nothin' left to say, |
[00:29.94] | But oh god how I worked my youth away. |
[00:37.06] | Well you may not recognize my face, I used to be a star, |
[00:43.24] | A cowboy hero known both near and far. |
[00:49.11] | I perched upon a silver mount and sang with my guitar, |
[00:55.03] | But the studio of course, |
[00:57.84] | owned my saddle and my horse, |
[01:00.83] | But that sixgun on the wall belongs to me, |
[01:07.08] | Oh god I can' t live a memory. |
[01:14.01] | You know I' d like to put my finger on that trigger once again, |
[01:20.74] | And point that gun at all the prideful men. |
[01:26.30] | All the voyeurs and the lawyers who can pull a fountain pen, |
[01:30.85] | And put you where they choose, |
[01:35.22] | With the language that they use, |
[01:38.53] | And enslave you till you work your youth away, |
[01:44.57] | Oh god how I worked my youth away. |
[01:50.88] | Whoopee ty yioh |
[01:53.19] | Whoopee ty yi ay, |
[01:56.19] | One man' s work is another man' s play |
[02:00.86] | Oh God how I worked my youth away. |
[02:07.17] | You see I always liked the notion of a cowboy fighting crime, |
[02:14.72] | This photograph was taken in my prime, |
[02:20.27] | I could beat those desperados but there' s no sense fightin' time, |
[02:25.40] | But the singin' was a ball |
[02:29.27] | ' Cause I' m not musical at all, |
[02:31.08] | I moved my lips to someone else' s voice. |
[02:36.01] | |
[02:50.17] | I coulda been most anything I put my mind to be, |
[02:56.29] | But a cowboy' s life was the only life for me. |
[03:02.28] | It' s a strong man' s occupation ridin' herd and livin' free, |
[03:08.08] | But strong men often fail |
[03:11.20] | Where shrewd men can prevail, |
[03:14.69] | I' m an old man now with nothin' left to say, |
[03:21.00] | But oh god how I worked my youth away |