Song | Broken Bicycles |
Artist | Tom Waits |
Album | Greatest Hits |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : | |
Broken bicycles | |
old busted chains | |
with rusted handlebars | |
out in the rain | |
somebody must have | |
an orphanage for | |
all these things that | |
nobody wants any more | |
September is reminding July | |
it's time to be saying goodbye | |
summer is gone | |
but our love will remain | |
like old broken bicycles | |
out in the rain | |
broken bicycles | |
don't tell my folks | |
there's all those playing cards | |
pinned to the spokes | |
laid down like skeletons | |
out on the lawn | |
the wheels won't turn | |
when the other has gone | |
the seasons can turn on a dime | |
somehow I forget every time | |
for all the things that | |
you've given me | |
will always stay | |
broken but I'll never throw them away |
zuo ci : | |
Broken bicycles | |
old busted chains | |
with rusted handlebars | |
out in the rain | |
somebody must have | |
an orphanage for | |
all these things that | |
nobody wants any more | |
September is reminding July | |
it' s time to be saying goodbye | |
summer is gone | |
but our love will remain | |
like old broken bicycles | |
out in the rain | |
broken bicycles | |
don' t tell my folks | |
there' s all those playing cards | |
pinned to the spokes | |
laid down like skeletons | |
out on the lawn | |
the wheels won' t turn | |
when the other has gone | |
the seasons can turn on a dime | |
somehow I forget every time | |
for all the things that | |
you' ve given me | |
will always stay | |
broken but I' ll never throw them away |
zuò cí : | |
Broken bicycles | |
old busted chains | |
with rusted handlebars | |
out in the rain | |
somebody must have | |
an orphanage for | |
all these things that | |
nobody wants any more | |
September is reminding July | |
it' s time to be saying goodbye | |
summer is gone | |
but our love will remain | |
like old broken bicycles | |
out in the rain | |
broken bicycles | |
don' t tell my folks | |
there' s all those playing cards | |
pinned to the spokes | |
laid down like skeletons | |
out on the lawn | |
the wheels won' t turn | |
when the other has gone | |
the seasons can turn on a dime | |
somehow I forget every time | |
for all the things that | |
you' ve given me | |
will always stay | |
broken but I' ll never throw them away |