Song | Some Poor Soul |
Artist | Family |
Album | A Song for Me |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Chapman, Whitney | |
Moon soaked sky looks down | |
Giving what it has to give | |
Crack of twigs many be poachers | |
A poor soul ain't got long to live. | |
Rustle and a crackle | |
And a rattle with a shuffle | |
Oh you listen to the scurry and the hurry | |
Of the furry footed people | |
Through the trees a glimmer | |
And a shimmer on the water | |
And a skimmer making tracks across the pond | |
A hungry bloated toad sits ugly and alone. | |
Shady wooded hollow | |
Shivers in the evening | |
And the owl that waits with baited breath | |
Oh the silent hungry talons. | |
Moon soaked sky looks down | |
Giving what it had to give | |
Crack of twig may be poachers | |
I said some poor soul ain't got long to live. |
zuo ci : Chapman, Whitney | |
Moon soaked sky looks down | |
Giving what it has to give | |
Crack of twigs many be poachers | |
A poor soul ain' t got long to live. | |
Rustle and a crackle | |
And a rattle with a shuffle | |
Oh you listen to the scurry and the hurry | |
Of the furry footed people | |
Through the trees a glimmer | |
And a shimmer on the water | |
And a skimmer making tracks across the pond | |
A hungry bloated toad sits ugly and alone. | |
Shady wooded hollow | |
Shivers in the evening | |
And the owl that waits with baited breath | |
Oh the silent hungry talons. | |
Moon soaked sky looks down | |
Giving what it had to give | |
Crack of twig may be poachers | |
I said some poor soul ain' t got long to live. |
zuò cí : Chapman, Whitney | |
Moon soaked sky looks down | |
Giving what it has to give | |
Crack of twigs many be poachers | |
A poor soul ain' t got long to live. | |
Rustle and a crackle | |
And a rattle with a shuffle | |
Oh you listen to the scurry and the hurry | |
Of the furry footed people | |
Through the trees a glimmer | |
And a shimmer on the water | |
And a skimmer making tracks across the pond | |
A hungry bloated toad sits ugly and alone. | |
Shady wooded hollow | |
Shivers in the evening | |
And the owl that waits with baited breath | |
Oh the silent hungry talons. | |
Moon soaked sky looks down | |
Giving what it had to give | |
Crack of twig may be poachers | |
I said some poor soul ain' t got long to live. |