Song | Love Minus Zero-No Limit |
Artist | Eliza Gilkyson |
Album | A Nod To Bob |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.000] | 作曲 : Bob Dylan |
[00:09.40] | My love, he speaks like silence |
[00:13.45] | Without ideals or violence |
[00:17.57] | He doesn't have to say he's faithful |
[00:21.90] | Yet he's true, like ice, like fire |
[00:25.68] | People carry roses |
[00:29.64] | And make promises by the hours |
[00:33.90] | My love, he laughs like the flowers |
[00:37.97] | Valentines can't buy him |
[00:44.47] | In the dime stores and bus stations |
[00:49.40] | People talk of situations |
[00:52.95] | Read books, repeat quotations |
[00:56.88] | Draw conclusions on the wall |
[01:01.52] | Don't speak of the future “ |
[01:05.80] | My love, he speaks softly |
[01:10.40] | He knows there's no success like failure |
[01:13.77] | And that failure's no success at all |
[01:20.70] | The cloak and dagger dangles |
[01:24.52] | Madams light the candles |
[01:28.66] | In ceremonies of the horsemen |
[01:32.72] | Even the pawn must hold a grudge |
[01:37.18] | Statues made of match sticks |
[01:41.50] | Crumble into one another |
[01:44.95] | My love winks, he does not bother |
[01:49.44] | He knows too much to argue or to judge |
[02:30.88] | The bridge at midnight trembles |
[02:35.00] | The country doctor rambles |
[02:39.25] | Bankers' nieces seek perfection |
[02:43.28] | Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring |
[02:49.66] | The wind howls like a hammer |
[02:53.88] | The night blows rainy |
[02:57.72] | My love, he's like some raven |
[03:01.33] | At my window with a broken wing |
[00:00.000] | zuo qu : Bob Dylan |
[00:09.40] | My love, he speaks like silence |
[00:13.45] | Without ideals or violence |
[00:17.57] | He doesn' t have to say he' s faithful |
[00:21.90] | Yet he' s true, like ice, like fire |
[00:25.68] | People carry roses |
[00:29.64] | And make promises by the hours |
[00:33.90] | My love, he laughs like the flowers |
[00:37.97] | Valentines can' t buy him |
[00:44.47] | In the dime stores and bus stations |
[00:49.40] | People talk of situations |
[00:52.95] | Read books, repeat quotations |
[00:56.88] | Draw conclusions on the wall |
[01:01.52] | Don' t speak of the future " |
[01:05.80] | My love, he speaks softly |
[01:10.40] | He knows there' s no success like failure |
[01:13.77] | And that failure' s no success at all |
[01:20.70] | The cloak and dagger dangles |
[01:24.52] | Madams light the candles |
[01:28.66] | In ceremonies of the horsemen |
[01:32.72] | Even the pawn must hold a grudge |
[01:37.18] | Statues made of match sticks |
[01:41.50] | Crumble into one another |
[01:44.95] | My love winks, he does not bother |
[01:49.44] | He knows too much to argue or to judge |
[02:30.88] | The bridge at midnight trembles |
[02:35.00] | The country doctor rambles |
[02:39.25] | Bankers' nieces seek perfection |
[02:43.28] | Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring |
[02:49.66] | The wind howls like a hammer |
[02:53.88] | The night blows rainy |
[02:57.72] | My love, he' s like some raven |
[03:01.33] | At my window with a broken wing |
[00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : Bob Dylan |
[00:09.40] | My love, he speaks like silence |
[00:13.45] | Without ideals or violence |
[00:17.57] | He doesn' t have to say he' s faithful |
[00:21.90] | Yet he' s true, like ice, like fire |
[00:25.68] | People carry roses |
[00:29.64] | And make promises by the hours |
[00:33.90] | My love, he laughs like the flowers |
[00:37.97] | Valentines can' t buy him |
[00:44.47] | In the dime stores and bus stations |
[00:49.40] | People talk of situations |
[00:52.95] | Read books, repeat quotations |
[00:56.88] | Draw conclusions on the wall |
[01:01.52] | Don' t speak of the future " |
[01:05.80] | My love, he speaks softly |
[01:10.40] | He knows there' s no success like failure |
[01:13.77] | And that failure' s no success at all |
[01:20.70] | The cloak and dagger dangles |
[01:24.52] | Madams light the candles |
[01:28.66] | In ceremonies of the horsemen |
[01:32.72] | Even the pawn must hold a grudge |
[01:37.18] | Statues made of match sticks |
[01:41.50] | Crumble into one another |
[01:44.95] | My love winks, he does not bother |
[01:49.44] | He knows too much to argue or to judge |
[02:30.88] | The bridge at midnight trembles |
[02:35.00] | The country doctor rambles |
[02:39.25] | Bankers' nieces seek perfection |
[02:43.28] | Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring |
[02:49.66] | The wind howls like a hammer |
[02:53.88] | The night blows rainy |
[02:57.72] | My love, he' s like some raven |
[03:01.33] | At my window with a broken wing |