| Song | The Cuckoo |
| Artist | Anne Briggs |
| Album | Anne Briggs |
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| [00:00.000] | 作词 : Anne Briggs |
| [00:00.150] | 作曲 : Anne Briggs |
| [00:00.300] | The cuckoo's a pretty bird, she sings as she flies. |
| [00:08.320] | She brings us good tidings, tells us no lies. |
| [00:16.840] | She sucks the little birds' eggs to keep her voice clear, |
| [00:24.240] | And when she sings "cuckoo!" the summer draws near. |
| [00:32.750] | As I walked down by the side of a bush |
| [00:40.220] | I heard two birds whistling, the blackbird and the thrush. |
| [00:47.460] | I asked them the reason so merry they be, |
| [00:54.590] | And the answer they gave me, we are single and we are free. |
| [01:02.460] | A-walking, a-talking, a-walking was I, |
| [01:10.900] | To meet my true lover, he'll come by and by, |
| [01:18.770] | To meet him in the meadows is all my delight, |
| [01:26.060] | A-walking and talking from morning till night. |
| [01:34.280] | Meeting is pleasure but parting is a grief |
| [01:42.540] | And an inconstant lover is worse than a thief. |
| [01:49.830] | A thief can but rob me and take all I have, |
| [01:56.530] | But an inconstant lover sends me to my grave. |
| [02:04.980] | And the grave, it will rot me and bring me to dust, |
| [02:13.070] | An inconstant lover no maiden can trust, |
| [02:20.850] | They'll court you and kiss you and vow they'll be true |
| [02:26.460] | And the very next moment they'll bid you adieu. |
| [02:34.860] | The cuckoo's a pretty bird, she sings as she flies, |
| [02:42.340] | She brings us glad tidings, tells us no lies, |
| [02:50.200] | And when her time is come, her voice we don't hear, |
| [02:57.160] | And where she goes we do not know until another year. |
| [03:04.910] |
| [00:00.000] | zuo ci : Anne Briggs |
| [00:00.150] | zuo qu : Anne Briggs |
| [00:00.300] | The cuckoo' s a pretty bird, she sings as she flies. |
| [00:08.320] | She brings us good tidings, tells us no lies. |
| [00:16.840] | She sucks the little birds' eggs to keep her voice clear, |
| [00:24.240] | And when she sings " cuckoo! " the summer draws near. |
| [00:32.750] | As I walked down by the side of a bush |
| [00:40.220] | I heard two birds whistling, the blackbird and the thrush. |
| [00:47.460] | I asked them the reason so merry they be, |
| [00:54.590] | And the answer they gave me, we are single and we are free. |
| [01:02.460] | A-walking, a-talking, a-walking was I, |
| [01:10.900] | To meet my true lover, he' ll come by and by, |
| [01:18.770] | To meet him in the meadows is all my delight, |
| [01:26.060] | A-walking and talking from morning till night. |
| [01:34.280] | Meeting is pleasure but parting is a grief |
| [01:42.540] | And an inconstant lover is worse than a thief. |
| [01:49.830] | A thief can but rob me and take all I have, |
| [01:56.530] | But an inconstant lover sends me to my grave. |
| [02:04.980] | And the grave, it will rot me and bring me to dust, |
| [02:13.070] | An inconstant lover no maiden can trust, |
| [02:20.850] | They' ll court you and kiss you and vow they' ll be true |
| [02:26.460] | And the very next moment they' ll bid you adieu. |
| [02:34.860] | The cuckoo' s a pretty bird, she sings as she flies, |
| [02:42.340] | She brings us glad tidings, tells us no lies, |
| [02:50.200] | And when her time is come, her voice we don' t hear, |
| [02:57.160] | And where she goes we do not know until another year. |
| [03:04.910] |
| [00:00.000] | zuò cí : Anne Briggs |
| [00:00.150] | zuò qǔ : Anne Briggs |
| [00:00.300] | The cuckoo' s a pretty bird, she sings as she flies. |
| [00:08.320] | She brings us good tidings, tells us no lies. |
| [00:16.840] | She sucks the little birds' eggs to keep her voice clear, |
| [00:24.240] | And when she sings " cuckoo! " the summer draws near. |
| [00:32.750] | As I walked down by the side of a bush |
| [00:40.220] | I heard two birds whistling, the blackbird and the thrush. |
| [00:47.460] | I asked them the reason so merry they be, |
| [00:54.590] | And the answer they gave me, we are single and we are free. |
| [01:02.460] | A-walking, a-talking, a-walking was I, |
| [01:10.900] | To meet my true lover, he' ll come by and by, |
| [01:18.770] | To meet him in the meadows is all my delight, |
| [01:26.060] | A-walking and talking from morning till night. |
| [01:34.280] | Meeting is pleasure but parting is a grief |
| [01:42.540] | And an inconstant lover is worse than a thief. |
| [01:49.830] | A thief can but rob me and take all I have, |
| [01:56.530] | But an inconstant lover sends me to my grave. |
| [02:04.980] | And the grave, it will rot me and bring me to dust, |
| [02:13.070] | An inconstant lover no maiden can trust, |
| [02:20.850] | They' ll court you and kiss you and vow they' ll be true |
| [02:26.460] | And the very next moment they' ll bid you adieu. |
| [02:34.860] | The cuckoo' s a pretty bird, she sings as she flies, |
| [02:42.340] | She brings us glad tidings, tells us no lies, |
| [02:50.200] | And when her time is come, her voice we don' t hear, |
| [02:57.160] | And where she goes we do not know until another year. |
| [03:04.910] |