Song | I Can't Write Left Handed |
Artist | John Legend |
Album | Wake Up! |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Jackson Withers | |
作词 : Jackson Withers | |
(with John Legend) | |
I can't write left-handed | |
Would you please write a letter, write a letter to my mother? | |
Tell her to tell, tell her to tell, tell her to tell the family lawyer | |
Trying to get, trying to get a deferment for my younger brother | |
Tell the Reverend | |
Harris to pray for me, | |
Lord, Lord, | |
Lord I ain't gonna live, | |
I don't believe | |
I'm going to live to get much older | |
Strange little man over here in | |
Vietnam I ain't, | |
I ain't never seen | |
Bless his heart ain't never done nothing to, | |
He done shot me in my shoulder | |
Boot camp we had classes | |
You know we talked about fighting, fighting everyday | |
And looking through rosy, rosy colored glasses | |
I must admit it seemed exciting anyway | |
Oh, but something that day overlooked to tell me, | |
Lord Bullets look better, | |
I must say | |
Brother when they ain't coming at you | |
But going out the other way | |
And please call up the | |
Reverend, call up, call up the | |
Reverend Harris | |
Tell him to ask the | |
Lord to do some good things for me | |
Tell him I ain't gonna live, | |
I ain't gonna live, | |
I ain't gonna live | |
To get much older, oh | |
Lord Strange little man over here in | |
Vietnam, I ain't never seen | |
Bless his heart ain't never done nothing to, | |
He done shot me in my shoulder | |
Lord |
zuo qu : Jackson Withers | |
zuo ci : Jackson Withers | |
with John Legend | |
I can' t write lefthanded | |
Would you please write a letter, write a letter to my mother? | |
Tell her to tell, tell her to tell, tell her to tell the family lawyer | |
Trying to get, trying to get a deferment for my younger brother | |
Tell the Reverend | |
Harris to pray for me, | |
Lord, Lord, | |
Lord I ain' t gonna live, | |
I don' t believe | |
I' m going to live to get much older | |
Strange little man over here in | |
Vietnam I ain' t, | |
I ain' t never seen | |
Bless his heart ain' t never done nothing to, | |
He done shot me in my shoulder | |
Boot camp we had classes | |
You know we talked about fighting, fighting everyday | |
And looking through rosy, rosy colored glasses | |
I must admit it seemed exciting anyway | |
Oh, but something that day overlooked to tell me, | |
Lord Bullets look better, | |
I must say | |
Brother when they ain' t coming at you | |
But going out the other way | |
And please call up the | |
Reverend, call up, call up the | |
Reverend Harris | |
Tell him to ask the | |
Lord to do some good things for me | |
Tell him I ain' t gonna live, | |
I ain' t gonna live, | |
I ain' t gonna live | |
To get much older, oh | |
Lord Strange little man over here in | |
Vietnam, I ain' t never seen | |
Bless his heart ain' t never done nothing to, | |
He done shot me in my shoulder | |
Lord |
zuò qǔ : Jackson Withers | |
zuò cí : Jackson Withers | |
with John Legend | |
I can' t write lefthanded | |
Would you please write a letter, write a letter to my mother? | |
Tell her to tell, tell her to tell, tell her to tell the family lawyer | |
Trying to get, trying to get a deferment for my younger brother | |
Tell the Reverend | |
Harris to pray for me, | |
Lord, Lord, | |
Lord I ain' t gonna live, | |
I don' t believe | |
I' m going to live to get much older | |
Strange little man over here in | |
Vietnam I ain' t, | |
I ain' t never seen | |
Bless his heart ain' t never done nothing to, | |
He done shot me in my shoulder | |
Boot camp we had classes | |
You know we talked about fighting, fighting everyday | |
And looking through rosy, rosy colored glasses | |
I must admit it seemed exciting anyway | |
Oh, but something that day overlooked to tell me, | |
Lord Bullets look better, | |
I must say | |
Brother when they ain' t coming at you | |
But going out the other way | |
And please call up the | |
Reverend, call up, call up the | |
Reverend Harris | |
Tell him to ask the | |
Lord to do some good things for me | |
Tell him I ain' t gonna live, | |
I ain' t gonna live, | |
I ain' t gonna live | |
To get much older, oh | |
Lord Strange little man over here in | |
Vietnam, I ain' t never seen | |
Bless his heart ain' t never done nothing to, | |
He done shot me in my shoulder | |
Lord |