Your Funeral, My Trial

	作词 : Cave
	I am a crooked man
	And I've walked a crooked mile
	Night, the shameless widow
	Doffed her weeds, in a pile
	The stars all winked at me
	They shamed a child
	Your funeral, my trial
	A thousand
	Marys lured me
	To feathered beds and fields of glover
	Bird with crooked wing cast
	It's wicked shadow over
	A bauble moon did mock
	And trinket stars did smile
	Your funeral, my trial
	Here I am, little lamb...
	Let all the bells in whoredom ring
	All the crooked bitches that she was (Mongers of pain)
	Saw the moon
	Become a fang
	Your funeral, my trial

	zuò cí : Cave
	I am a crooked man
	And I' ve walked a crooked mile
	Night, the shameless widow
	Doffed her weeds, in a pile
	The stars all winked at me
	They shamed a child
	Your funeral, my trial
	A thousand
	Marys lured me
	To feathered beds and fields of glover
	Bird with crooked wing cast
	It' s wicked shadow over
	A bauble moon did mock
	And trinket stars did smile
	Your funeral, my trial
	Here I am, little lamb...
	Let all the bells in whoredom ring
	All the crooked bitches that she was Mongers of pain
	Saw the moon
	Become a fang
	Your funeral, my trial