| Song | My Boy Builds Coffins |
| Artist | Florence + The Machine |
| Album | Between Two Lungs |
| [00:00.00] | 作曲 : Florence Welch/Rob Ackroyd/Christopher Lloyd Hayden |
| [00:01.00] | 作词 : Florence Welch/Rob Ackroyd/Christopher Lloyd Hayden |
| [00:27.10] | My boy builds coffins with hammers and nails |
| [00:30.83] | He doesn't build ships, he has no use for sails |
| [00:34.56] | He doesn't make tables, dressers or chairs |
| [00:38.54] | He can't carve a whistle cause he just doesn't care |
| [00:42.62] | My boy builds coffins for the rich and the poor |
| [00:46.35] | Kings and queens have all knocked on his door |
| [00:50.63] | Beggars and liars, gypsies and thieves |
| [00:54.25] | They all come to him 'cause he's so eager to please |
| [00:58.42] | My boy builds coffins he makes them all day |
| [01:02.00] | But it's not just for work and it isn't for play |
| [01:06.08] | He's made one for himself |
| [01:08.21] | One for me too |
| [01:10.11] | One of these days he'll make one for you |
| [01:17.62] | For you |
| [01:21.44] | For you |
| [01:25.41] | For you |
| [01:29.99] | My boy builds coffins for better or worse |
| [01:33.58] | Some say its a blessing, some say its a curse |
| [01:37.35] | He fits them together in sunshine or rain |
| [01:41.16] | Each one is unique, no two are the same |
| [01:45.30] | My boy builds coffins and I think it's a shame |
| [01:49.11] | That when each ones been made, he can't see it again |
| [01:52.86] | He crafts everyone with love and with care |
| [01:56.88] | Then it's thrown in the ground and it just isn't fair |
| [02:01.69] | My boy builds coffins he makes them all day |
| [02:05.38] | But it's not just for work and it isn't for play |
| [02:09.15] | He's made one for himself |
| [02:11.41] | One for me too |
| [02:13.23] | And one of these days he'll make one for you |
| [02:20.74] | For you |
| [02:24.74] | For you |
| [02:28.71] | For you |
| [00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Florence Welch Rob Ackroyd Christopher Lloyd Hayden |
| [00:01.00] | zuò cí : Florence Welch Rob Ackroyd Christopher Lloyd Hayden |
| [00:27.10] | My boy builds coffins with hammers and nails |
| [00:30.83] | He doesn' t build ships, he has no use for sails |
| [00:34.56] | He doesn' t make tables, dressers or chairs |
| [00:38.54] | He can' t carve a whistle cause he just doesn' t care |
| [00:42.62] | My boy builds coffins for the rich and the poor |
| [00:46.35] | Kings and queens have all knocked on his door |
| [00:50.63] | Beggars and liars, gypsies and thieves |
| [00:54.25] | They all come to him ' cause he' s so eager to please |
| [00:58.42] | My boy builds coffins he makes them all day |
| [01:02.00] | But it' s not just for work and it isn' t for play |
| [01:06.08] | He' s made one for himself |
| [01:08.21] | One for me too |
| [01:10.11] | One of these days he' ll make one for you |
| [01:17.62] | For you |
| [01:21.44] | For you |
| [01:25.41] | For you |
| [01:29.99] | My boy builds coffins for better or worse |
| [01:33.58] | Some say its a blessing, some say its a curse |
| [01:37.35] | He fits them together in sunshine or rain |
| [01:41.16] | Each one is unique, no two are the same |
| [01:45.30] | My boy builds coffins and I think it' s a shame |
| [01:49.11] | That when each ones been made, he can' t see it again |
| [01:52.86] | He crafts everyone with love and with care |
| [01:56.88] | Then it' s thrown in the ground and it just isn' t fair |
| [02:01.69] | My boy builds coffins he makes them all day |
| [02:05.38] | But it' s not just for work and it isn' t for play |
| [02:09.15] | He' s made one for himself |
| [02:11.41] | One for me too |
| [02:13.23] | And one of these days he' ll make one for you |
| [02:20.74] | For you |
| [02:24.74] | For you |
| [02:28.71] | For you |