| Song | Pond Inlet |
| Artist | Susan Aglukark |
| Album | White Sahara |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.000] | 作曲 : Susan Aglukark/Chard Irschick |
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| [00:11.01] | |
| [00:11.12] | ᖁᕕᐊᓱᓕᖅᐳᖓ ᐃᓅᓂᐊᓕᕋᒪ |
| [00:16.73] | ᐄᔭᔭ ᐄᔭᔭ ᐄᔭᔭ |
| [00:23.35] | ᐋᑯᑦᑐᔪᖅ ᐊᓐᖑᑎᕗᖅ |
| [00:28.49] | ᐄᔭᔭ ᐄᔭᔭ ᐄᔭᔭ |
| [00:34.14] | |
| [00:34.65] | As the wind blows lightly through her hair, |
| [00:39.79] | She gently lifts the hand that's dared to live |
| [00:46.02] | As we sit and walk through memory lane |
| [00:51.56] | I feel so far away, how I wish I was there. |
| [00:57.15] | |
| [00:57.67] | ᖁᕕᐊᓱᓕᖅᐳᖓ ᐃᓅᓂᐊᓕᕋᒪ |
| [01:03.51] | ᐄᔭᔭ ᐄᔭᔭ ᐄᔭᔭ |
| [01:10.06] | ᐋᑯᑦᑐᔪᖅ ᐊᓐᖑᑎᕗᖅ |
| [01:15.22] | ᐄᔭᔭ ᐄᔭᔭ ᐄᔭᔭ |
| [01:21.47] | |
| [01:21.78] | Nothing that I say |
| [01:24.35] | Can show her how I feel |
| [01:26.67] | Or be as real as the tears in her eyes. |
| [01:33.50] | All that I sing is all that I bring |
| [01:38.72] | To a heart that has all but survived. |
| [01:43.99] | |
| [01:44.61] | ᖁᕕᐊᓱᓕᖅᐳᖓ ᐃᓅᓂᐊᓕᕋᒪ |
| [01:50.35] | ᐄᔭᔭ ᐄᔭᔭ ᐄᔭᔭ |
| [01:56.95] | ᐋᑯᑦᑐᔪᖅ ᐊᓐᖑᑎᕗᖅ |
| [02:02.13] | ᐄᔭᔭ ᐄᔭᔭ ᐄᔭᔭ |
| [02:07.97] | |
| [02:08.87] | She's lost again in her stories. |
| [02:15.35] | At one time, they were all she knew. |
| [02:20.65] | As each day passes by, |
| [02:23.38] | what she knew is like a lie |
| [02:25.91] | But she tells her stories anyway. |
| [02:31.29] | |
| [02:31.41] | ᖁᕕᐊᓱᓕᖅᐳᖓ ᐃᓅᓂᐊᓕᕋᒪ |
| [02:37.20] | ᐄᔭᔭ ᐄᔭᔭ ᐄᔭᔭ |
| [02:43.75] | ᐋᑯᑦᑐᔪᖅ ᐊᓐᖑᑎᕗᖅ |
| [02:48.85] | ᐄᔭᔭ ᐄᔭᔭ ᐄᔭᔭ |
| [02:54.64] | |
| [02:54.80] | ᖁᕕᐊᓱᓕᖅᐳᖓ ᐃᓅᓂᐊᓕᕋᒪ |
| [03:00.57] | ᐄᔭᔭ ᐄᔭᔭ ᐄᔭᔭ |
| [03:07.24] | ᐋᑯᑦᑐᔪᖅ ᐊᓐᖑᑎᕗᖅ |
| [03:12.35] | ᐄᔭᔭ ᐄᔭᔭ ᐄᔭᔭ |
| [03:18.13] | |
| [03:18.25] | ᖁᕕᐊᓱᓕᖅᐳᖓ ᐃᓅᓂᐊᓕᕋᒪ |
| [03:23.93] | ᐄᔭᔭ ᐄᔭᔭ ᐄᔭᔭ |
| [03:30.54] | ᐋᑯᑦᑐᔪᖅ ᐊᓐᖑᑎᕗᖅ |
| [03:35.68] | ᐄᔭᔭ ᐄᔭᔭ ᐄᔭᔭ |
| [03:42.02] |
| [00:00.000] | zuo qu : Susan Aglukark Chard Irschick |
| [00:00.00] | |
| [00:11.01] | |
| [00:11.12] | |
| [00:16.73] | |
| [00:23.35] | |
| [00:28.49] | |
| [00:34.14] | |
| [00:34.65] | As the wind blows lightly through her hair, |
| [00:39.79] | She gently lifts the hand that' s dared to live |
| [00:46.02] | As we sit and walk through memory lane |
| [00:51.56] | I feel so far away, how I wish I was there. |
| [00:57.15] | |
| [00:57.67] | |
| [01:03.51] | |
| [01:10.06] | |
| [01:15.22] | |
| [01:21.47] | |
| [01:21.78] | Nothing that I say |
| [01:24.35] | Can show her how I feel |
| [01:26.67] | Or be as real as the tears in her eyes. |
| [01:33.50] | All that I sing is all that I bring |
| [01:38.72] | To a heart that has all but survived. |
| [01:43.99] | |
| [01:44.61] | |
| [01:50.35] | |
| [01:56.95] | |
| [02:02.13] | |
| [02:07.97] | |
| [02:08.87] | She' s lost again in her stories. |
| [02:15.35] | At one time, they were all she knew. |
| [02:20.65] | As each day passes by, |
| [02:23.38] | what she knew is like a lie |
| [02:25.91] | But she tells her stories anyway. |
| [02:31.29] | |
| [02:31.41] | |
| [02:37.20] | |
| [02:43.75] | |
| [02:48.85] | |
| [02:54.64] | |
| [02:54.80] | |
| [03:00.57] | |
| [03:07.24] | |
| [03:12.35] | |
| [03:18.13] | |
| [03:18.25] | |
| [03:23.93] | |
| [03:30.54] | |
| [03:35.68] | |
| [03:42.02] |
| [00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : Susan Aglukark Chard Irschick |
| [00:00.00] | |
| [00:11.01] | |
| [00:11.12] | |
| [00:16.73] | |
| [00:23.35] | |
| [00:28.49] | |
| [00:34.14] | |
| [00:34.65] | As the wind blows lightly through her hair, |
| [00:39.79] | She gently lifts the hand that' s dared to live |
| [00:46.02] | As we sit and walk through memory lane |
| [00:51.56] | I feel so far away, how I wish I was there. |
| [00:57.15] | |
| [00:57.67] | |
| [01:03.51] | |
| [01:10.06] | |
| [01:15.22] | |
| [01:21.47] | |
| [01:21.78] | Nothing that I say |
| [01:24.35] | Can show her how I feel |
| [01:26.67] | Or be as real as the tears in her eyes. |
| [01:33.50] | All that I sing is all that I bring |
| [01:38.72] | To a heart that has all but survived. |
| [01:43.99] | |
| [01:44.61] | |
| [01:50.35] | |
| [01:56.95] | |
| [02:02.13] | |
| [02:07.97] | |
| [02:08.87] | She' s lost again in her stories. |
| [02:15.35] | At one time, they were all she knew. |
| [02:20.65] | As each day passes by, |
| [02:23.38] | what she knew is like a lie |
| [02:25.91] | But she tells her stories anyway. |
| [02:31.29] | |
| [02:31.41] | |
| [02:37.20] | |
| [02:43.75] | |
| [02:48.85] | |
| [02:54.64] | |
| [02:54.80] | |
| [03:00.57] | |
| [03:07.24] | |
| [03:12.35] | |
| [03:18.13] | |
| [03:18.25] | |
| [03:23.93] | |
| [03:30.54] | |
| [03:35.68] | |
| [03:42.02] |