Danny Boy

作词:Rufus Wainwright

作曲:Rufus Wainwright

所属专辑:Rufus Wainwright

歌词

Had like poor job in the Bible by god

作词:Rufus Wainwright

作曲:Rufus Wainwright

Your skin is cold

But the sun shines within your hold

Your hair is gold

But you see through a goldfish bowl

I feel old sick and tired

We walk the streets gently staring

Wondering what to do

The sun in sheets

Pouring down those streets

To eyes green and blue

And a ship with eight sails

Could come round the bend

Or a herd of bulls charging stop lights red

I be blind

You broke my heart danny boy

Not your fault danny boy

I was hanged at the doorstep

Played like a two to a fourset

Had like poor job in the Bible by god

Day comes I wake

I wake with a hard heartache

I go down to your place

We sit and chat chat about new york

And trips to the bayou

My smile a trick tricking me

And trying not to scare you

And a ship with eight sails

Could come round the ben

Or a herd of bulls charging stop lights red

I be blind

You broke my heart danny boy

Not your fault danny boy

I was hanged at the doorstep

Played like a two to a fourset

Firse I was hanged at the doorstep

Had like a two to a fourset

Played like poor job in the Bible by god

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