Song | It Goes Like It Goes |
Artist | Michael Crawford |
Album | Touch of Music in the Night |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Gimbel, Shire | |
Ain't no miracle being born | |
People doin? it everyday | |
Ain't no miracle growin? up | |
People just grow that way | |
So it goes like it goes, like the river flows | |
And time it rolls right on | |
And maybe what?s good gets a little bit better | |
And maybe what?s bad gets gone | |
Bless the child of a workin? man | |
He knows too soon who he is | |
Bless the hands of a workin? man | |
He knows his soul is his | |
So it goes like it goes, like the river flows | |
And time it rolls right on | |
And maybe what?s good gets a little bit better | |
And maybe what?s bad gets gone | |
So it goes like it goes, like the river flows | |
And time keeps rollin? on | |
And maybe what?s good gets a little bit better | |
And maybe what?s bad gets gone |
zuo qu : Gimbel, Shire | |
Ain' t no miracle being born | |
People doin? it everyday | |
Ain' t no miracle growin? up | |
People just grow that way | |
So it goes like it goes, like the river flows | |
And time it rolls right on | |
And maybe what? s good gets a little bit better | |
And maybe what? s bad gets gone | |
Bless the child of a workin? man | |
He knows too soon who he is | |
Bless the hands of a workin? man | |
He knows his soul is his | |
So it goes like it goes, like the river flows | |
And time it rolls right on | |
And maybe what? s good gets a little bit better | |
And maybe what? s bad gets gone | |
So it goes like it goes, like the river flows | |
And time keeps rollin? on | |
And maybe what? s good gets a little bit better | |
And maybe what? s bad gets gone |
zuò qǔ : Gimbel, Shire | |
Ain' t no miracle being born | |
People doin? it everyday | |
Ain' t no miracle growin? up | |
People just grow that way | |
So it goes like it goes, like the river flows | |
And time it rolls right on | |
And maybe what? s good gets a little bit better | |
And maybe what? s bad gets gone | |
Bless the child of a workin? man | |
He knows too soon who he is | |
Bless the hands of a workin? man | |
He knows his soul is his | |
So it goes like it goes, like the river flows | |
And time it rolls right on | |
And maybe what? s good gets a little bit better | |
And maybe what? s bad gets gone | |
So it goes like it goes, like the river flows | |
And time keeps rollin? on | |
And maybe what? s good gets a little bit better | |
And maybe what? s bad gets gone |