A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall (Edit)-Bryan Ferry

歌手 : Bryan Ferry
语种 : 英语
时长 : 04:15

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TXT A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall (Edit)-Bryan Ferry 文本歌词

A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall (Edit) - Bryan Ferry (布莱恩·费里)
Oh where have you been my
Blue-eyed son
Where have you been my
Darling young one
I've stumbled on the side
Of twelve misty mountains
Walked and i've crawled
On six crooked highways
Stepped in the middle
Of seven sad forests
Been out in front of
A dozen dead oceans
I've been ten thousand miles
In the mouth of a graveyard
It's a hard
And it's a hard
And it's a hard
And it's a hard
And it's
A hard rain's a gonna fall
Oh what did you see my
Blue eyed son
What did you see my
Darling young one
I saw a newborn baby
With wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds
With nobody on it
I saw a black branch with blood
That kept dripping
I saw a room full of men
With their hammers a bleeding
A white ladder
All covered with water
I saw ten thousand talkers
Whose tongues were all broken
I saw guns and sharp swords
In the hands of young children
And it's a hard and it's a hard
And it's a hard and it's
A hard rain's a gonna fall
And what did you hear my
Blue eyed son
And what did you hear my
Darling young one
I heard the sound of a thunder
It roared out a warning
I Heard the roar of a wave
That could drown the whole world
I Heard one hundred drummers
Whose hands were a blazing
I Heard ten thousand whispering
And nobody listening
I Heard one person starve
I heard many people laughing
I Heard the song of a poet
Who died in the gutter
I Heard the sound of a clown
Who cried in the alley
And it's a hard and it's a hard
And it's a hard hard hard hard
And it's a hard
Rain's a gonna fall
Oh who did you meet my
Blue eyed son
Who did you meet my
Darling young one
I met a young child
I'm a going back out
Bfore the rain starts a falling
I'll walk to the depths
Of the deepest black forest
Where the people are many
And their hands are all empty
Where the pellets of poison
Are flooding their waters
Where the home in the valley meets
The damp dirty prison
Where the executioner's face
Is always well hidden
Where hunger is ugly
Where souls are forgotten
Where black is the color
And none is the number
And I'll tell it and think it
And speak it and breathe it
And reflect it from the mountain
So all souls can see it
Then I'll stand on the ocean
Until I start sinking
But I'll know my song well
Before I start singing
And it's a hard and it's a hard
And it's a hard hard hard
Hard hard hard
And it's A hard rain's a gonna fall
And it's a hard and it's a hard
And it's a hard hard hard
And it's A hard rain's a gonna fall