Song | Ghost in This Guitar |
Artist | Keith Urban |
Album | The Ranch |
[00:00.00] | 作曲 : Urban |
[00:01.00] | 作词 : Urban |
[00:11.95] | Down the drain pipe, cross the yard and through the fence |
[00:18.35] | I risked a whoopin' every time I went |
[00:24.50] | 'Cause white boys weren't allowed on the colored side of town |
[00:30.52] | But I was proud to call that old black man my friend |
[00:36.41] | He had a pillow by the bed he used to pray on |
[00:42.66] | And a beat up old guitar he let me play on |
[00:48.65] | I knew where my fingers went from his greasy fingerprints |
[00:54.71] | Yeah, he was passin' on what was handed down to him |
[01:00.40] | And it soaked up all the blood and sweat and teardrops |
[01:06.79] | And the beers he missed in smokey little bars |
[01:12.94] | And sometimes that old man he comes alive in my hands |
[01:18.49] | I feel the beating of his sad old broken heart |
[01:25.38] | Just like there's a ghost in this guitara ghost in this guitar |
[01:33.02] | A ghost in this guitar |
[01:40.22] | Well, the night before he died he made me take it |
[01:46.26] | He said, ‘You play it now, ’cause I gotta go’ “ |
[01:52.01] | And I can feel him in my fingers when I play it |
[01:58.26] | 'Cause sometimes I'm in control |
[02:01.74] | And sometimes I just sit back and let him go |
[02:09.34] | Sit back and let him go |
[02:28.50] | And it soaked up all the blood and sweat and teardrops |
[02:34.96] | And the beers he missed in smokey little bars |
[02:41.11] | And sometimes that old man he comes alive in my hands |
[02:46.70] | I feel the beating of his sad old broken heart |
[02:53.55] | Just like there's a ghost in this guitar |
[03:01.15] | A ghost in this guitar |
[03:05.63] | Take a listen to the ghost in this guitar |
[00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Urban |
[00:01.00] | zuò cí : Urban |
[00:11.95] | Down the drain pipe, cross the yard and through the fence |
[00:18.35] | I risked a whoopin' every time I went |
[00:24.50] | ' Cause white boys weren' t allowed on the colored side of town |
[00:30.52] | But I was proud to call that old black man my friend |
[00:36.41] | He had a pillow by the bed he used to pray on |
[00:42.66] | And a beat up old guitar he let me play on |
[00:48.65] | I knew where my fingers went from his greasy fingerprints |
[00:54.71] | Yeah, he was passin' on what was handed down to him |
[01:00.40] | And it soaked up all the blood and sweat and teardrops |
[01:06.79] | And the beers he missed in smokey little bars |
[01:12.94] | And sometimes that old man he comes alive in my hands |
[01:18.49] | I feel the beating of his sad old broken heart |
[01:25.38] | Just like there' s a ghost in this guitara ghost in this guitar |
[01:33.02] | A ghost in this guitar |
[01:40.22] | Well, the night before he died he made me take it |
[01:46.26] | He said, ' You play it now, ' cause I gotta go' " |
[01:52.01] | And I can feel him in my fingers when I play it |
[01:58.26] | ' Cause sometimes I' m in control |
[02:01.74] | And sometimes I just sit back and let him go |
[02:09.34] | Sit back and let him go |
[02:28.50] | And it soaked up all the blood and sweat and teardrops |
[02:34.96] | And the beers he missed in smokey little bars |
[02:41.11] | And sometimes that old man he comes alive in my hands |
[02:46.70] | I feel the beating of his sad old broken heart |
[02:53.55] | Just like there' s a ghost in this guitar |
[03:01.15] | A ghost in this guitar |
[03:05.63] | Take a listen to the ghost in this guitar |