| Song | Rockabye |
| Artist | Ani DiFranco |
| Album | Like I Said |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : DiFranco | |
| Tending the garden of noise | |
| When i grow the traffic | |
| And the churchbells | |
| And the neighborhood boys | |
| Singing to myself | |
| As the solitude sets in | |
| In tune with the symphony | |
| Of south brooklyn | |
| I sing | |
| Rockabye, rockabye baby | |
| Rockabye, the baby that is me | |
| Rockabye, rockabye baby | |
| Rockabye til i'm fast asleep | |
| The tunnel is train torn | |
| The tracks are worn and sore | |
| I can feel the rattle | |
| Riding up through the floor | |
| She jumped the turnstyle | |
| He paid for his ride | |
| I am the echo in the station | |
| Where their footfalls collide | |
| I left her at the epicenter | |
| We were trembling dutifully | |
| I left him too | |
| I left parts of me | |
| Singing rockabye... | |
| I said today i am leaving | |
| In every sense of the word | |
| But i'm in love with your memory already | |
| Everything i've seen and heard | |
| And i will go singing | |
| As the solitude sets in | |
| In time with the rythym | |
| Of everywhere i have been | |
| It sounds like rockabye... |
| zuo ci : DiFranco | |
| Tending the garden of noise | |
| When i grow the traffic | |
| And the churchbells | |
| And the neighborhood boys | |
| Singing to myself | |
| As the solitude sets in | |
| In tune with the symphony | |
| Of south brooklyn | |
| I sing | |
| Rockabye, rockabye baby | |
| Rockabye, the baby that is me | |
| Rockabye, rockabye baby | |
| Rockabye til i' m fast asleep | |
| The tunnel is train torn | |
| The tracks are worn and sore | |
| I can feel the rattle | |
| Riding up through the floor | |
| She jumped the turnstyle | |
| He paid for his ride | |
| I am the echo in the station | |
| Where their footfalls collide | |
| I left her at the epicenter | |
| We were trembling dutifully | |
| I left him too | |
| I left parts of me | |
| Singing rockabye... | |
| I said today i am leaving | |
| In every sense of the word | |
| But i' m in love with your memory already | |
| Everything i' ve seen and heard | |
| And i will go singing | |
| As the solitude sets in | |
| In time with the rythym | |
| Of everywhere i have been | |
| It sounds like rockabye... |
| zuò cí : DiFranco | |
| Tending the garden of noise | |
| When i grow the traffic | |
| And the churchbells | |
| And the neighborhood boys | |
| Singing to myself | |
| As the solitude sets in | |
| In tune with the symphony | |
| Of south brooklyn | |
| I sing | |
| Rockabye, rockabye baby | |
| Rockabye, the baby that is me | |
| Rockabye, rockabye baby | |
| Rockabye til i' m fast asleep | |
| The tunnel is train torn | |
| The tracks are worn and sore | |
| I can feel the rattle | |
| Riding up through the floor | |
| She jumped the turnstyle | |
| He paid for his ride | |
| I am the echo in the station | |
| Where their footfalls collide | |
| I left her at the epicenter | |
| We were trembling dutifully | |
| I left him too | |
| I left parts of me | |
| Singing rockabye... | |
| I said today i am leaving | |
| In every sense of the word | |
| But i' m in love with your memory already | |
| Everything i' ve seen and heard | |
| And i will go singing | |
| As the solitude sets in | |
| In time with the rythym | |
| Of everywhere i have been | |
| It sounds like rockabye... |