Black Crow King Lyrics
| 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 |
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