Tomorrow Comes a Day Too Soon

Song Tomorrow Comes a Day Too Soon
Artist Flogging Molly
Album Within a Mile of Home

Lyrics

作曲 : Casey, Hensley, King, Maxwell ...
You, you never looked so good
Sipping life down like
I wish I could
But these sober tears are all that's left to shed
Sandy's soul, now made of bread
Face down beneath the rubble lies a man
Tales of the future already in the past
And of himself, well, he hasn't much to say
But wake the gods, it's a droodlin' day
He said, "I left my home where the dead never roseBut the streets of gold I've yet to findAnd at the end of the day, all you can do is prayWithout hope, well, you might as well be blind, yeah, be blindTomorrow comes a day too soon, tomorrow comes a day too soonAngel, sweet angel of my youthWhere have you gone? You flew away too soonThis brick I built, now builds a higher wallSee it crumble, hear me fallThere hangs the fool, who once had it allHe said, "
I left my home where the dead never rose
But the streets of gold
I've yet to find
And at the end of the day all you can do is pray
Without hope, well, you might as well be blind, yeah, be blind
Tomorrow comes a day too soon, tomorrow comes a day too soon
And though the road has yet to rise
On these hundred years that passed me by
And the blood with the river flows
Through the crimson field never sung
And, no, never sung
He said, "I left my home where the dead never roseBut the streets of gold I've yet to findAnd at the end of the day all you can do is prayWithout hope, well, you might as well be blind, yeah, be blindTomorrow comes a day too soon, tomorrow comes a day too soonTomorrow comes a day too soon, tomorrow comes a day too soonAh, well you, you never looked so good

Pinyin

zuò qǔ : Casey, Hensley, King, Maxwell ...
You, you never looked so good
Sipping life down like
I wish I could
But these sober tears are all that' s left to shed
Sandy' s soul, now made of bread
Face down beneath the rubble lies a man
Tales of the future already in the past
And of himself, well, he hasn' t much to say
But wake the gods, it' s a droodlin' day
He said, " I left my home where the dead never roseBut the streets of gold I' ve yet to findAnd at the end of the day, all you can do is prayWithout hope, well, you might as well be blind, yeah, be blindTomorrow comes a day too soon, tomorrow comes a day too soonAngel, sweet angel of my youthWhere have you gone? You flew away too soonThis brick I built, now builds a higher wallSee it crumble, hear me fallThere hangs the fool, who once had it allHe said, "
I left my home where the dead never rose
But the streets of gold
I' ve yet to find
And at the end of the day all you can do is pray
Without hope, well, you might as well be blind, yeah, be blind
Tomorrow comes a day too soon, tomorrow comes a day too soon
And though the road has yet to rise
On these hundred years that passed me by
And the blood with the river flows
Through the crimson field never sung
And, no, never sung
He said, " I left my home where the dead never roseBut the streets of gold I' ve yet to findAnd at the end of the day all you can do is prayWithout hope, well, you might as well be blind, yeah, be blindTomorrow comes a day too soon, tomorrow comes a day too soonTomorrow comes a day too soon, tomorrow comes a day too soonAh, well you, you never looked so good