Song | Boxing And Pop Music |
Artist | Everything But the Girl |
Album | The Works |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Watt | |
Lying in bed on a weekday night | |
Listening to the title fight | |
From a town the radio said was Atlantic City | |
The branches brush the windows | |
The hour is early evening | |
And Frankie's beating hell out of the champion | |
Frankie is the one, you know | |
Frankie is the boy | |
I hope my sister's listening | |
from her place in Illinois | |
For though the world is turning darkly | |
all the stars are out tonight | |
There are dreams still shining, redefining | |
all that makes us feel alright | |
Lying in bed in the afternoon | |
listening to Frankie Lymon tunes | |
While the people make their way home | |
from the dusty city | |
The breezes blow the curtains | |
the hour is early evening | |
and Frankie's singing songs just like a champion | |
Frankie was the one, you know | |
Frankie was the boy | |
My sister shook his hand the night | |
he played at the Savoy | |
And though the world is turning darkly | |
all the stars are out tonight | |
There are dreams still shining, redefining | |
all that makes us feel alright | |
Frankie is the one, you know | |
Frankie is the boy | |
Frankie bears the weight of | |
all our sorrow and our joy | |
For though the world is turning darkly | |
all the stars are out tonight | |
There are dreams still shining, redefining | |
all that makes us feel alright | |
I feel alright |
zuo ci : Watt | |
Lying in bed on a weekday night | |
Listening to the title fight | |
From a town the radio said was Atlantic City | |
The branches brush the windows | |
The hour is early evening | |
And Frankie' s beating hell out of the champion | |
Frankie is the one, you know | |
Frankie is the boy | |
I hope my sister' s listening | |
from her place in Illinois | |
For though the world is turning darkly | |
all the stars are out tonight | |
There are dreams still shining, redefining | |
all that makes us feel alright | |
Lying in bed in the afternoon | |
listening to Frankie Lymon tunes | |
While the people make their way home | |
from the dusty city | |
The breezes blow the curtains | |
the hour is early evening | |
and Frankie' s singing songs just like a champion | |
Frankie was the one, you know | |
Frankie was the boy | |
My sister shook his hand the night | |
he played at the Savoy | |
And though the world is turning darkly | |
all the stars are out tonight | |
There are dreams still shining, redefining | |
all that makes us feel alright | |
Frankie is the one, you know | |
Frankie is the boy | |
Frankie bears the weight of | |
all our sorrow and our joy | |
For though the world is turning darkly | |
all the stars are out tonight | |
There are dreams still shining, redefining | |
all that makes us feel alright | |
I feel alright |
zuò cí : Watt | |
Lying in bed on a weekday night | |
Listening to the title fight | |
From a town the radio said was Atlantic City | |
The branches brush the windows | |
The hour is early evening | |
And Frankie' s beating hell out of the champion | |
Frankie is the one, you know | |
Frankie is the boy | |
I hope my sister' s listening | |
from her place in Illinois | |
For though the world is turning darkly | |
all the stars are out tonight | |
There are dreams still shining, redefining | |
all that makes us feel alright | |
Lying in bed in the afternoon | |
listening to Frankie Lymon tunes | |
While the people make their way home | |
from the dusty city | |
The breezes blow the curtains | |
the hour is early evening | |
and Frankie' s singing songs just like a champion | |
Frankie was the one, you know | |
Frankie was the boy | |
My sister shook his hand the night | |
he played at the Savoy | |
And though the world is turning darkly | |
all the stars are out tonight | |
There are dreams still shining, redefining | |
all that makes us feel alright | |
Frankie is the one, you know | |
Frankie is the boy | |
Frankie bears the weight of | |
all our sorrow and our joy | |
For though the world is turning darkly | |
all the stars are out tonight | |
There are dreams still shining, redefining | |
all that makes us feel alright | |
I feel alright |