Song | Red morning light |
Artist | Kings of Leon |
Album | Live At The O2 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Angelo, Followill, Followill | |
You know you could've been a wonder | |
Takin' your circus to the sky | |
You couldn't take it on the tight rope | |
No you had to take it on the side | |
You always like it undercover | |
Tucked in between your dirty sheets | |
But no one's even done nuttin' to ya | |
And I'm between the hollers and the screams | |
And I said nah nah, hey hey | |
Another dirty bird, ain't givin' out a taste | |
Well, in the black of the night till the red morning light | |
You got your cozy little corner | |
All night you're jammin' on your feet | |
Hangin' out just like a street sign | |
And put a twenty dollar trick | |
I hear you're blowin' like a feather | |
And then they rub it in your face | |
Oh, once they've had all their fun, hun | |
You're at the bottom of the cage | |
And I said nah nah, hey hey | |
Another dirty bird, ain't giving out a taste | |
In the black of the night till the red morning light | |
And I said nah nah, hey hey | |
You're givin' all your cinnamon away | |
That's not right | |
Hey hey, another dirty bird, ain't givin' out a taste | |
Uh hey, keep on givin' away and givin' it away | |
Hey hey, you're givin' all your cinnamon away | |
Hey hey, you're givin' all your cinnamon away | |
And I said nah nah, hey hey | |
Another dirty bird, ain't giving out a taste | |
In the black of the night till the red morning light | |
And I said nah nah, hey hey | |
You're givin' all your cinnamon away | |
That's not right | |
And I said nah nah, hey hey | |
Another dirty bird, ain't giving out a taste | |
In the black of the night till the red morning light | |
And I said nah nah, hey hey | |
You're givin' all your cinnamon away | |
That's not right |
zuo qu : Angelo, Followill, Followill | |
You know you could' ve been a wonder | |
Takin' your circus to the sky | |
You couldn' t take it on the tight rope | |
No you had to take it on the side | |
You always like it undercover | |
Tucked in between your dirty sheets | |
But no one' s even done nuttin' to ya | |
And I' m between the hollers and the screams | |
And I said nah nah, hey hey | |
Another dirty bird, ain' t givin' out a taste | |
Well, in the black of the night till the red morning light | |
You got your cozy little corner | |
All night you' re jammin' on your feet | |
Hangin' out just like a street sign | |
And put a twenty dollar trick | |
I hear you' re blowin' like a feather | |
And then they rub it in your face | |
Oh, once they' ve had all their fun, hun | |
You' re at the bottom of the cage | |
And I said nah nah, hey hey | |
Another dirty bird, ain' t giving out a taste | |
In the black of the night till the red morning light | |
And I said nah nah, hey hey | |
You' re givin' all your cinnamon away | |
That' s not right | |
Hey hey, another dirty bird, ain' t givin' out a taste | |
Uh hey, keep on givin' away and givin' it away | |
Hey hey, you' re givin' all your cinnamon away | |
Hey hey, you' re givin' all your cinnamon away | |
And I said nah nah, hey hey | |
Another dirty bird, ain' t giving out a taste | |
In the black of the night till the red morning light | |
And I said nah nah, hey hey | |
You' re givin' all your cinnamon away | |
That' s not right | |
And I said nah nah, hey hey | |
Another dirty bird, ain' t giving out a taste | |
In the black of the night till the red morning light | |
And I said nah nah, hey hey | |
You' re givin' all your cinnamon away | |
That' s not right |
zuò qǔ : Angelo, Followill, Followill | |
You know you could' ve been a wonder | |
Takin' your circus to the sky | |
You couldn' t take it on the tight rope | |
No you had to take it on the side | |
You always like it undercover | |
Tucked in between your dirty sheets | |
But no one' s even done nuttin' to ya | |
And I' m between the hollers and the screams | |
And I said nah nah, hey hey | |
Another dirty bird, ain' t givin' out a taste | |
Well, in the black of the night till the red morning light | |
You got your cozy little corner | |
All night you' re jammin' on your feet | |
Hangin' out just like a street sign | |
And put a twenty dollar trick | |
I hear you' re blowin' like a feather | |
And then they rub it in your face | |
Oh, once they' ve had all their fun, hun | |
You' re at the bottom of the cage | |
And I said nah nah, hey hey | |
Another dirty bird, ain' t giving out a taste | |
In the black of the night till the red morning light | |
And I said nah nah, hey hey | |
You' re givin' all your cinnamon away | |
That' s not right | |
Hey hey, another dirty bird, ain' t givin' out a taste | |
Uh hey, keep on givin' away and givin' it away | |
Hey hey, you' re givin' all your cinnamon away | |
Hey hey, you' re givin' all your cinnamon away | |
And I said nah nah, hey hey | |
Another dirty bird, ain' t giving out a taste | |
In the black of the night till the red morning light | |
And I said nah nah, hey hey | |
You' re givin' all your cinnamon away | |
That' s not right | |
And I said nah nah, hey hey | |
Another dirty bird, ain' t giving out a taste | |
In the black of the night till the red morning light | |
And I said nah nah, hey hey | |
You' re givin' all your cinnamon away | |
That' s not right |