| Song | When Smokey Sings - Edit |
| Artist | ABC |
| Album | Alphabet City |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Martin Fry & Mark White | |
| 作词 : Martin Fry, Mark White | |
| Debonair lullabies in melodies revealed | |
| In deep despair on lonely nights | |
| He knows just how you feel | |
| The slyest rhymes - the sharpest suits | |
| In miracles made real | |
| Like a bird in flight on a hot sweet night | |
| You know you're right just to hold her tight | |
| He soothes it right - makes it outtasite | |
| And everything's good in the world tonight! | |
| When Smokey sings - I hear violins | |
| When Smokey sings - I forget everything | |
| As she's packing her things | |
| As she's spreading her wings | |
| The front door might slam | |
| But the back door it rings | |
| And Smokey sings... he sings | |
| Elegance in eloquence - for sale or rent or hire | |
| Should I say - yes I match his best | |
| Then I would be a liar | |
| Symphonies that soothe the rage | |
| When lovers' hearts catch fire | |
| Like a bird in flight on a hot sweet night | |
| You know you're right just to hold her tight | |
| He soothes it right - makes it outtasite | |
| And everything's good in the world tonight! | |
| When Smokey sings - I hear violins | |
| When Smokey sings - I forget everything | |
| As she's packing her things | |
| As she's spreading her wings | |
| Smashing the hell | |
| With the heaven she brings | |
| Then Smokey sings... he sings | |
| Luther croons | |
| Sly's the original - originator | |
| James screams | |
| Marvin was the only innovator | |
| But nothing can compare | |
| Nothing can compare | |
| When Smokey sings | |
| When Smokey sings - I hear violins | |
| When Smokey sings - I forget everything | |
| As she's packing her things | |
| As she's spreading her wings | |
| She threw back the ring | |
| When Smokey sings... | |
| Smokey sings... | |
| Smokey sings... |
| zuo qu : Martin Fry Mark White | |
| zuo ci : Martin Fry, Mark White | |
| Debonair lullabies in melodies revealed | |
| In deep despair on lonely nights | |
| He knows just how you feel | |
| The slyest rhymes the sharpest suits | |
| In miracles made real | |
| Like a bird in flight on a hot sweet night | |
| You know you' re right just to hold her tight | |
| He soothes it right makes it outtasite | |
| And everything' s good in the world tonight! | |
| When Smokey sings I hear violins | |
| When Smokey sings I forget everything | |
| As she' s packing her things | |
| As she' s spreading her wings | |
| The front door might slam | |
| But the back door it rings | |
| And Smokey sings... he sings | |
| Elegance in eloquence for sale or rent or hire | |
| Should I say yes I match his best | |
| Then I would be a liar | |
| Symphonies that soothe the rage | |
| When lovers' hearts catch fire | |
| Like a bird in flight on a hot sweet night | |
| You know you' re right just to hold her tight | |
| He soothes it right makes it outtasite | |
| And everything' s good in the world tonight! | |
| When Smokey sings I hear violins | |
| When Smokey sings I forget everything | |
| As she' s packing her things | |
| As she' s spreading her wings | |
| Smashing the hell | |
| With the heaven she brings | |
| Then Smokey sings... he sings | |
| Luther croons | |
| Sly' s the original originator | |
| James screams | |
| Marvin was the only innovator | |
| But nothing can compare | |
| Nothing can compare | |
| When Smokey sings | |
| When Smokey sings I hear violins | |
| When Smokey sings I forget everything | |
| As she' s packing her things | |
| As she' s spreading her wings | |
| She threw back the ring | |
| When Smokey sings... | |
| Smokey sings... | |
| Smokey sings... |
| zuò qǔ : Martin Fry Mark White | |
| zuò cí : Martin Fry, Mark White | |
| Debonair lullabies in melodies revealed | |
| In deep despair on lonely nights | |
| He knows just how you feel | |
| The slyest rhymes the sharpest suits | |
| In miracles made real | |
| Like a bird in flight on a hot sweet night | |
| You know you' re right just to hold her tight | |
| He soothes it right makes it outtasite | |
| And everything' s good in the world tonight! | |
| When Smokey sings I hear violins | |
| When Smokey sings I forget everything | |
| As she' s packing her things | |
| As she' s spreading her wings | |
| The front door might slam | |
| But the back door it rings | |
| And Smokey sings... he sings | |
| Elegance in eloquence for sale or rent or hire | |
| Should I say yes I match his best | |
| Then I would be a liar | |
| Symphonies that soothe the rage | |
| When lovers' hearts catch fire | |
| Like a bird in flight on a hot sweet night | |
| You know you' re right just to hold her tight | |
| He soothes it right makes it outtasite | |
| And everything' s good in the world tonight! | |
| When Smokey sings I hear violins | |
| When Smokey sings I forget everything | |
| As she' s packing her things | |
| As she' s spreading her wings | |
| Smashing the hell | |
| With the heaven she brings | |
| Then Smokey sings... he sings | |
| Luther croons | |
| Sly' s the original originator | |
| James screams | |
| Marvin was the only innovator | |
| But nothing can compare | |
| Nothing can compare | |
| When Smokey sings | |
| When Smokey sings I hear violins | |
| When Smokey sings I forget everything | |
| As she' s packing her things | |
| As she' s spreading her wings | |
| She threw back the ring | |
| When Smokey sings... | |
| Smokey sings... | |
| Smokey sings... |