| Song | Stella Blue |
| Artist | Grateful Dead |
| Album | Road Trips, Vol. 2, No. 3: Wall of Sound |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Garcia, Hunter | |
| All the years combine, they melt into a dream, | |
| A broken angel sings from a guitar. | |
| In the end there's just a song comes cryin' up the night | |
| Thru all the broken dreams and vanished years. | |
| Stella blue. stella blue. | |
| When all the cards are down, there's nothing left to see, | |
| There's just the pavement left and broken dreams. | |
| In the end there's still that song comes cryin' like the wind. | |
| Down every lonely street that's ever been | |
| Stella blue. stella blue. | |
| I've stayed in every blue-light cheap hotel, can't win for trying. | |
| Dust off those rusty strings just one more time, | |
| Gonna make them shine, shine | |
| It all rolls into one and nothing comes for free, | |
| There's nothing you can hold, for very long. | |
| And when you hear that song come crying like the wind, | |
| It seems like all this life was just a dream. | |
| Stella blue. stella blue. |
| zuo ci : Garcia, Hunter | |
| All the years combine, they melt into a dream, | |
| A broken angel sings from a guitar. | |
| In the end there' s just a song comes cryin' up the night | |
| Thru all the broken dreams and vanished years. | |
| Stella blue. stella blue. | |
| When all the cards are down, there' s nothing left to see, | |
| There' s just the pavement left and broken dreams. | |
| In the end there' s still that song comes cryin' like the wind. | |
| Down every lonely street that' s ever been | |
| Stella blue. stella blue. | |
| I' ve stayed in every bluelight cheap hotel, can' t win for trying. | |
| Dust off those rusty strings just one more time, | |
| Gonna make them shine, shine | |
| It all rolls into one and nothing comes for free, | |
| There' s nothing you can hold, for very long. | |
| And when you hear that song come crying like the wind, | |
| It seems like all this life was just a dream. | |
| Stella blue. stella blue. |
| zuò cí : Garcia, Hunter | |
| All the years combine, they melt into a dream, | |
| A broken angel sings from a guitar. | |
| In the end there' s just a song comes cryin' up the night | |
| Thru all the broken dreams and vanished years. | |
| Stella blue. stella blue. | |
| When all the cards are down, there' s nothing left to see, | |
| There' s just the pavement left and broken dreams. | |
| In the end there' s still that song comes cryin' like the wind. | |
| Down every lonely street that' s ever been | |
| Stella blue. stella blue. | |
| I' ve stayed in every bluelight cheap hotel, can' t win for trying. | |
| Dust off those rusty strings just one more time, | |
| Gonna make them shine, shine | |
| It all rolls into one and nothing comes for free, | |
| There' s nothing you can hold, for very long. | |
| And when you hear that song come crying like the wind, | |
| It seems like all this life was just a dream. | |
| Stella blue. stella blue. |