Song | At Seventeen |
Artist | 露云娜 |
Album | Rowena Cortes |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[00:02.45] | 曲词:Janis Ian |
[00:09.07] | I learned the truth at seventeen |
[00:13.28] | That love was made for beauty queens and |
[00:18.06] | High school girls with clear skinned smile |
[00:21.88] | Who married young and then retired |
[00:27.18] | The valentines I never knew |
[00:31.35] | The Friday night charades of youth were spent |
[00:36.88] | On one more beautiful |
[00:39.59] | At seventeen I learned the truth |
[00:45.85] | And those of us with ravaged faces, |
[00:50.26] | Lacking in the social graces |
[00:53.57] | Desperately remained at home |
[00:57.09] | Inventing lovers on the phone |
[01:00.67] | Who called to day"Come dance with me," |
[01:05.37] | And murmured vague obscenities |
[01:09.46] | It isn't all it seems at seventeen |
[01:15.59] | A brown-eyed girl in hand me-downs |
[01:19.64] | Whose name I never could pronounce |
[01:23.97] | Said,"Pity,please the ones who serve" |
[01:28.19] | They only get what they deserve |
[01:33.50] | The rich relationed home-town queen |
[01:37.74] | Married into what she needs |
[01:41.87] | A guarantee of company |
[01:45.66] | And haven for the elderly |
[01:51.85] | Remember those who win the game |
[01:56.16] | Lose the love they sought to gain |
[01:59.42] | In debentures of quality and dubious integrity |
[02:06.87] | Their small town eyes will gape at you |
[02:11.23] | In dull surprise when payment's due |
[02:15.91] | Exceeds accounts received at seventeen. |
[03:13.33] | To those of us who know the pain |
[03:17.40] | Of valentines that never came |
[03:21.53] | And those whose names were never called |
[03:25.45] | When choosing sides for bassketball |
[03:31.14] | It was long ago and far away |
[03:35.71] | The world was younger than today |
[03:39.63] | And dreams were all they gave for free |
[03:43.97] | (Sorry,there are no official Lrc) |
[03:49.24] | We all play the game and when we dare |
[03:53.75] | To cheat ourselves at solitaire |
[03:57.43] | Inventing lovers on the phone |
[04:01.01] | Repenting other lives unknown |
[04:04.83] | That call and say"Come dance with me" |
[04:09.49] | And murmur vague obscenities |
[04:13.01] | It isn't all it seems at seventeen |
[00:02.45] | qu ci: Janis Ian |
[00:09.07] | I learned the truth at seventeen |
[00:13.28] | That love was made for beauty queens and |
[00:18.06] | High school girls with clear skinned smile |
[00:21.88] | Who married young and then retired |
[00:27.18] | The valentines I never knew |
[00:31.35] | The Friday night charades of youth were spent |
[00:36.88] | On one more beautiful |
[00:39.59] | At seventeen I learned the truth |
[00:45.85] | And those of us with ravaged faces, |
[00:50.26] | Lacking in the social graces |
[00:53.57] | Desperately remained at home |
[00:57.09] | Inventing lovers on the phone |
[01:00.67] | Who called to day" Come dance with me," |
[01:05.37] | And murmured vague obscenities |
[01:09.46] | It isn' t all it seems at seventeen |
[01:15.59] | A browneyed girl in hand medowns |
[01:19.64] | Whose name I never could pronounce |
[01:23.97] | Said," Pity, please the ones who serve" |
[01:28.19] | They only get what they deserve |
[01:33.50] | The rich relationed hometown queen |
[01:37.74] | Married into what she needs |
[01:41.87] | A guarantee of company |
[01:45.66] | And haven for the elderly |
[01:51.85] | Remember those who win the game |
[01:56.16] | Lose the love they sought to gain |
[01:59.42] | In debentures of quality and dubious integrity |
[02:06.87] | Their small town eyes will gape at you |
[02:11.23] | In dull surprise when payment' s due |
[02:15.91] | Exceeds accounts received at seventeen. |
[03:13.33] | To those of us who know the pain |
[03:17.40] | Of valentines that never came |
[03:21.53] | And those whose names were never called |
[03:25.45] | When choosing sides for bassketball |
[03:31.14] | It was long ago and far away |
[03:35.71] | The world was younger than today |
[03:39.63] | And dreams were all they gave for free |
[03:43.97] | Sorry, there are no official Lrc |
[03:49.24] | We all play the game and when we dare |
[03:53.75] | To cheat ourselves at solitaire |
[03:57.43] | Inventing lovers on the phone |
[04:01.01] | Repenting other lives unknown |
[04:04.83] | That call and say" Come dance with me" |
[04:09.49] | And murmur vague obscenities |
[04:13.01] | It isn' t all it seems at seventeen |
[00:02.45] | qū cí: Janis Ian |
[00:09.07] | I learned the truth at seventeen |
[00:13.28] | That love was made for beauty queens and |
[00:18.06] | High school girls with clear skinned smile |
[00:21.88] | Who married young and then retired |
[00:27.18] | The valentines I never knew |
[00:31.35] | The Friday night charades of youth were spent |
[00:36.88] | On one more beautiful |
[00:39.59] | At seventeen I learned the truth |
[00:45.85] | And those of us with ravaged faces, |
[00:50.26] | Lacking in the social graces |
[00:53.57] | Desperately remained at home |
[00:57.09] | Inventing lovers on the phone |
[01:00.67] | Who called to day" Come dance with me," |
[01:05.37] | And murmured vague obscenities |
[01:09.46] | It isn' t all it seems at seventeen |
[01:15.59] | A browneyed girl in hand medowns |
[01:19.64] | Whose name I never could pronounce |
[01:23.97] | Said," Pity, please the ones who serve" |
[01:28.19] | They only get what they deserve |
[01:33.50] | The rich relationed hometown queen |
[01:37.74] | Married into what she needs |
[01:41.87] | A guarantee of company |
[01:45.66] | And haven for the elderly |
[01:51.85] | Remember those who win the game |
[01:56.16] | Lose the love they sought to gain |
[01:59.42] | In debentures of quality and dubious integrity |
[02:06.87] | Their small town eyes will gape at you |
[02:11.23] | In dull surprise when payment' s due |
[02:15.91] | Exceeds accounts received at seventeen. |
[03:13.33] | To those of us who know the pain |
[03:17.40] | Of valentines that never came |
[03:21.53] | And those whose names were never called |
[03:25.45] | When choosing sides for bassketball |
[03:31.14] | It was long ago and far away |
[03:35.71] | The world was younger than today |
[03:39.63] | And dreams were all they gave for free |
[03:43.97] | Sorry, there are no official Lrc |
[03:49.24] | We all play the game and when we dare |
[03:53.75] | To cheat ourselves at solitaire |
[03:57.43] | Inventing lovers on the phone |
[04:01.01] | Repenting other lives unknown |
[04:04.83] | That call and say" Come dance with me" |
[04:09.49] | And murmur vague obscenities |
[04:13.01] | It isn' t all it seems at seventeen |