Song | Armworth |
Artist | Captain Beyond |
Album | Captain Beyond |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Caldwell, Evans | |
What was my arm worth | |
When they took it away | |
And the spirit had rush upset | |
All of 'em promised to stay | |
Where did they put it, Bella | |
Where and which way | |
Did it start the man charged at me | |
And I'm in vain | |
Or is it with my brother | |
Is it with my brother | |
And I mean in this grave | |
Tell me... | |
Where... | |
Tell me... | |
Where do I go to find it. | |
What is my arm's way | |
In a balance of things | |
Are there still birds a-flying | |
In a brushing of wings | |
Or could it still be disguised | |
As a terrible thing | |
And spoiling all them singing, babe | |
And smashing up their wings | |
Wish I could go with them brother | |
Brother of all things | |
It's only a stub of the original thing | |
It was there when I signed | |
When I saluted my king | |
Tell me... | |
Where... | |
Tell me... | |
Where do I go to find it. |
zuo qu : Caldwell, Evans | |
What was my arm worth | |
When they took it away | |
And the spirit had rush upset | |
All of ' em promised to stay | |
Where did they put it, Bella | |
Where and which way | |
Did it start the man charged at me | |
And I' m in vain | |
Or is it with my brother | |
Is it with my brother | |
And I mean in this grave | |
Tell me... | |
Where... | |
Tell me... | |
Where do I go to find it. | |
What is my arm' s way | |
In a balance of things | |
Are there still birds aflying | |
In a brushing of wings | |
Or could it still be disguised | |
As a terrible thing | |
And spoiling all them singing, babe | |
And smashing up their wings | |
Wish I could go with them brother | |
Brother of all things | |
It' s only a stub of the original thing | |
It was there when I signed | |
When I saluted my king | |
Tell me... | |
Where... | |
Tell me... | |
Where do I go to find it. |
zuò qǔ : Caldwell, Evans | |
What was my arm worth | |
When they took it away | |
And the spirit had rush upset | |
All of ' em promised to stay | |
Where did they put it, Bella | |
Where and which way | |
Did it start the man charged at me | |
And I' m in vain | |
Or is it with my brother | |
Is it with my brother | |
And I mean in this grave | |
Tell me... | |
Where... | |
Tell me... | |
Where do I go to find it. | |
What is my arm' s way | |
In a balance of things | |
Are there still birds aflying | |
In a brushing of wings | |
Or could it still be disguised | |
As a terrible thing | |
And spoiling all them singing, babe | |
And smashing up their wings | |
Wish I could go with them brother | |
Brother of all things | |
It' s only a stub of the original thing | |
It was there when I signed | |
When I saluted my king | |
Tell me... | |
Where... | |
Tell me... | |
Where do I go to find it. |