| Song | Nathan la Franeer |
| Artist | Joni Mitchell |
| Album | Song to a Seagull |
| [00:00.00] | 作词 : Mitchell |
| [00:00.90] | Artist:joni mitchell |
| [00:03.29] | Songs Title:nathan la franeer |
| [00:05.78] | |
| [00:11.59] | I hired a coach to take me from confusion to the plane |
| [00:15.46] | |
| [00:16.08] | And though we shared a common space I know Ill never meet again |
| [00:20.96] | |
| [00:22.15] | The driver with his eyebrows furrowed in the rear-view mirror |
| [00:26.77] | I read his name and it was plainly written nathan la franeer |
| [00:32.51] | |
| [00:35.44] | I asked him would he hurry |
| [00:37.81] | But we crawled the canyons slowly |
| [00:39.93] | |
| [00:40.49] | Thru the buyers and the sellers |
| [00:42.99] | Thru the burglar bells and the wishing wells |
| [00:47.05] | |
| [00:51.10] | With gangs and girly shows |
| [00:54.29] | |
| [00:56.28] | The ghostly garden grows |
| [00:57.92] | |
| [01:02.48] | The cars and buses bustled thru the bedlam of the day |
| [01:06.90] | I looked thru window-glass at streets and nathan grumbled at the grey |
| [01:11.77] | |
| [01:12.83] | I saw an aging cripple selling superman balloons |
| [01:16.14] | |
| [01:16.77] | The city grated thru chrome-plate |
| [01:19.26] | |
| [01:20.13] | The clock struck slowly half-past-noon |
| [01:22.42] | |
| [01:25.78] | Thru the tunnel tiled and turning |
| [01:28.09] | Into daylight once again I am escaping |
| [01:31.71] | |
| [01:32.46] | Once again goodbye |
| [01:33.58] | |
| [01:35.01] | To symphonies and dirty trees |
| [01:40.57] | |
| [01:42.19] | With parks and plastic clothes |
| [01:46.43] | |
| [01:47.55] | The ghostly garden grows |
| [01:49.18] | |
| [01:53.36] | He asked me for a dollar more |
| [01:55.92] | He cursed me to my face |
| [01:58.22] | He hated everyone who paid to ride |
| [02:01.16] | And share his common space |
| [02:02.90] | |
| [02:03.53] | I picked my bags up from the curb |
| [02:06.15] | And stumbled to the door |
| [02:08.08] | Another man reached out his hand |
| [02:11.02] | Another hand reached out for more |
| [02:13.64] | |
| [02:16.20] | And I filled it full of silver |
| [02:18.69] | And I left the fingers counting |
| [02:20.57] | |
| [02:21.19] | And the sky goes on forever |
| [02:23.12] | |
| [02:23.68] | Without meter maids and peace parades |
| [02:29.36] | |
| [02:32.23] | You feed it all your woes |
| [02:37.29] | |
| [02:39.91] | The ghostly garden grows |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : Mitchell |
| [00:00.90] | Artist: joni mitchell |
| [00:03.29] | Songs Title: nathan la franeer |
| [00:05.78] | |
| [00:11.59] | I hired a coach to take me from confusion to the plane |
| [00:15.46] | |
| [00:16.08] | And though we shared a common space I know Ill never meet again |
| [00:20.96] | |
| [00:22.15] | The driver with his eyebrows furrowed in the rearview mirror |
| [00:26.77] | I read his name and it was plainly written nathan la franeer |
| [00:32.51] | |
| [00:35.44] | I asked him would he hurry |
| [00:37.81] | But we crawled the canyons slowly |
| [00:39.93] | |
| [00:40.49] | Thru the buyers and the sellers |
| [00:42.99] | Thru the burglar bells and the wishing wells |
| [00:47.05] | |
| [00:51.10] | With gangs and girly shows |
| [00:54.29] | |
| [00:56.28] | The ghostly garden grows |
| [00:57.92] | |
| [01:02.48] | The cars and buses bustled thru the bedlam of the day |
| [01:06.90] | I looked thru windowglass at streets and nathan grumbled at the grey |
| [01:11.77] | |
| [01:12.83] | I saw an aging cripple selling superman balloons |
| [01:16.14] | |
| [01:16.77] | The city grated thru chromeplate |
| [01:19.26] | |
| [01:20.13] | The clock struck slowly halfpastnoon |
| [01:22.42] | |
| [01:25.78] | Thru the tunnel tiled and turning |
| [01:28.09] | Into daylight once again I am escaping |
| [01:31.71] | |
| [01:32.46] | Once again goodbye |
| [01:33.58] | |
| [01:35.01] | To symphonies and dirty trees |
| [01:40.57] | |
| [01:42.19] | With parks and plastic clothes |
| [01:46.43] | |
| [01:47.55] | The ghostly garden grows |
| [01:49.18] | |
| [01:53.36] | He asked me for a dollar more |
| [01:55.92] | He cursed me to my face |
| [01:58.22] | He hated everyone who paid to ride |
| [02:01.16] | And share his common space |
| [02:02.90] | |
| [02:03.53] | I picked my bags up from the curb |
| [02:06.15] | And stumbled to the door |
| [02:08.08] | Another man reached out his hand |
| [02:11.02] | Another hand reached out for more |
| [02:13.64] | |
| [02:16.20] | And I filled it full of silver |
| [02:18.69] | And I left the fingers counting |
| [02:20.57] | |
| [02:21.19] | And the sky goes on forever |
| [02:23.12] | |
| [02:23.68] | Without meter maids and peace parades |
| [02:29.36] | |
| [02:32.23] | You feed it all your woes |
| [02:37.29] | |
| [02:39.91] | The ghostly garden grows |