New Orleans-Stevie Nicks

歌手 : Stevie Nicks

专辑 : In Your Dreams

语种 : 英语

时长 : 05:34

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TXT New Orleans-Stevie Nicks 文本歌词

New Orleans (新奥尔良) - Stevie Nicks (史蒂薇·妮克丝)

In the city of dreams

Lies the city's ghost

There's a beginning

There's a middle and an end

In this city we reach out

For the middle ground

We throw a great party

So hard to start to mend

We forgive at least we try

In the midst of the sea of

Dreams lies a perfect storm

In the sea of tears lies a city ghost

In the spirit of the morning glow

Well the people hope that their

Lives will get better

The people hope that their

Lives will get better

I wanna get a room in New Orleans

I wanna sing in the streets

Of the French Quarter

I wanna dress up I wanna wear beads

I wanna wear feathers and lace

I wanna brush by Ann Rice

And go on down Bourbon Street

I see a sea of smiles

I see a haunted city reaching out

I see hope in all their faces

Behind the mask of Mardi Gras

Where the good and the righteous walk

And the wicked as well

I wanna get a room in New Orleans

I wanna sing in the streets

Of the French Quarter

I wanna dress up I wanna wear beads

I wanna wear feathers and lace

I wanna brush by the vampires

I wanna dress up ooh yeah

I wanna wear feathers and lace

I wanna brush by Ann Rice

And go down Bourbon Street

Go on down Bourbon Street

Within these rooms

I go up to my balcony

And I hang the paintings on the wall

And I open up my gallery

And I open up my doors

I stare at the city I stare at my city

I wanna get a room in New Orleans

I wanna sing in the streets

Of the French Quarter

I wanna dress up I wanna wear beads

I wanna wear feathers and lace

I wanna brush by the vampires

I wanna get back to New Orleans

I wanna sing out in the

Streets of the French Quarter

I wanna dress up I wanna wear beads

I wanna wear feathers and lace

I wanna brush by Ann Rice

Go down Bourbon Street

Go on down Bourbon Street

Go on down go on down go on down

Go on down Bourbon Street

In the city of tears lies the city's ghost