Song | Black Crow King |
Artist | Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds |
Album | The Firstborn Is Dead |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Bargeld, Cave | |
Mmmmm mmmmm mmmmm | |
I am the black crow king | |
Mmmmm mmmmm mmmmm | |
I am the black crow king | |
Keeper of the nodding corn | |
Bam! bam! bam! bam! | |
All the hammers are a-talking | |
All the nails are a-singing | |
So sweet and low | |
You can hear it in the valley | |
Where live the lame and the blind | |
They climb the hill out of its belly | |
They leave with mean black boots on | |
"i just made a simple gesture | |
They jumped up and nailed it to my shadow | |
My gesture was a hooker | |
You know, my shadow's made of timber." | |
And the storm is a-rolling | |
And the storm is a-rolling | |
All down on me | |
And i'm still here rolling after everybody's gone | |
And i'm still here rolling after everybody's gone | |
Ah'm still here rolling and i'm left on my own | |
The blackbirds have all gone! | |
Everyone's rolled on! | |
I am the black crow king | |
Keeper of the trodden corn | |
I am the king | |
Won't say it again | |
And the rain, it raineth daily | |
Lord | |
And wash away my clothes | |
I surrender up my arms | |
To a company of crows | |
I am the black crow king | |
I won't say it again | |
And all the thorns are a-crowning | |
King ruby on each spine | |
And the spears are a-sailing | |
O my o my | |
And the storm is a-rolling | |
And the storm is a-rolling | |
All down on me | |
And i'm still here rolling after everybody's gone | |
And i'm still here rolling after everybody's gone | |
I'm still here rolling and left on my own | |
Those blackbirds they have all flown and | |
I am on my own | |
I am the black crow king | |
Keeper of the forgotten corn | |
The king! the king! | |
I'm the king of nuthin' at all | |
The hammers are a-talking | |
The nails are a-singing | |
The thorns are a-crowning him | |
The spears are a-sailing | |
The crows are a-mocking | |
The corn is a-nodding | |
The storm is a-rolling | |
The storm is a-rolling | |
The storm is a-rolling down | |
The storm is a-rolling down | |
The storm is a-rolling | |
Down on me | |
Rolling down on me | |
Rolling down on me |
zuo ci : Bargeld, Cave | |
Mmmmm mmmmm mmmmm | |
I am the black crow king | |
Mmmmm mmmmm mmmmm | |
I am the black crow king | |
Keeper of the nodding corn | |
Bam! bam! bam! bam! | |
All the hammers are atalking | |
All the nails are asinging | |
So sweet and low | |
You can hear it in the valley | |
Where live the lame and the blind | |
They climb the hill out of its belly | |
They leave with mean black boots on | |
" i just made a simple gesture | |
They jumped up and nailed it to my shadow | |
My gesture was a hooker | |
You know, my shadow' s made of timber." | |
And the storm is arolling | |
And the storm is arolling | |
All down on me | |
And i' m still here rolling after everybody' s gone | |
And i' m still here rolling after everybody' s gone | |
Ah' m still here rolling and i' m left on my own | |
The blackbirds have all gone! | |
Everyone' s rolled on! | |
I am the black crow king | |
Keeper of the trodden corn | |
I am the king | |
Won' t say it again | |
And the rain, it raineth daily | |
Lord | |
And wash away my clothes | |
I surrender up my arms | |
To a company of crows | |
I am the black crow king | |
I won' t say it again | |
And all the thorns are acrowning | |
King ruby on each spine | |
And the spears are asailing | |
O my o my | |
And the storm is arolling | |
And the storm is arolling | |
All down on me | |
And i' m still here rolling after everybody' s gone | |
And i' m still here rolling after everybody' s gone | |
I' m still here rolling and left on my own | |
Those blackbirds they have all flown and | |
I am on my own | |
I am the black crow king | |
Keeper of the forgotten corn | |
The king! the king! | |
I' m the king of nuthin' at all | |
The hammers are atalking | |
The nails are asinging | |
The thorns are acrowning him | |
The spears are asailing | |
The crows are amocking | |
The corn is anodding | |
The storm is arolling | |
The storm is arolling | |
The storm is arolling down | |
The storm is arolling down | |
The storm is arolling | |
Down on me | |
Rolling down on me | |
Rolling down on me |
zuò cí : Bargeld, Cave | |
Mmmmm mmmmm mmmmm | |
I am the black crow king | |
Mmmmm mmmmm mmmmm | |
I am the black crow king | |
Keeper of the nodding corn | |
Bam! bam! bam! bam! | |
All the hammers are atalking | |
All the nails are asinging | |
So sweet and low | |
You can hear it in the valley | |
Where live the lame and the blind | |
They climb the hill out of its belly | |
They leave with mean black boots on | |
" i just made a simple gesture | |
They jumped up and nailed it to my shadow | |
My gesture was a hooker | |
You know, my shadow' s made of timber." | |
And the storm is arolling | |
And the storm is arolling | |
All down on me | |
And i' m still here rolling after everybody' s gone | |
And i' m still here rolling after everybody' s gone | |
Ah' m still here rolling and i' m left on my own | |
The blackbirds have all gone! | |
Everyone' s rolled on! | |
I am the black crow king | |
Keeper of the trodden corn | |
I am the king | |
Won' t say it again | |
And the rain, it raineth daily | |
Lord | |
And wash away my clothes | |
I surrender up my arms | |
To a company of crows | |
I am the black crow king | |
I won' t say it again | |
And all the thorns are acrowning | |
King ruby on each spine | |
And the spears are asailing | |
O my o my | |
And the storm is arolling | |
And the storm is arolling | |
All down on me | |
And i' m still here rolling after everybody' s gone | |
And i' m still here rolling after everybody' s gone | |
I' m still here rolling and left on my own | |
Those blackbirds they have all flown and | |
I am on my own | |
I am the black crow king | |
Keeper of the forgotten corn | |
The king! the king! | |
I' m the king of nuthin' at all | |
The hammers are atalking | |
The nails are asinging | |
The thorns are acrowning him | |
The spears are asailing | |
The crows are amocking | |
The corn is anodding | |
The storm is arolling | |
The storm is arolling | |
The storm is arolling down | |
The storm is arolling down | |
The storm is arolling | |
Down on me | |
Rolling down on me | |
Rolling down on me |