| Song | Bells |
| Artist | Buffy Sainte-Marie |
| Album | She Used To Wanna Be A Ballerina |
| [00:00.000] | 作曲 : Unknown |
| [00:01.40] | Bells |
| [00:02.79] | Buffy Sainte-Marie |
| [00:06.81] | I'm writing this to say goodbye |
| [00:11.63] | To what you never should reply |
| [00:17.00] | That all of the Lords and Demons that you leave |
| [00:24.14] | I stand entirely alone |
| [00:33.00] | That is to say your loving me |
| [00:38.53] | Would be our only crime |
| [00:42.76] | And isn't it a pity |
| [00:48.31] | You can see all her beauty clearly |
| [00:53.96] | In the midst of some grey city |
| [00:59.60] | In the midst of all this love |
| [01:12.62] | Many men have loved the bells |
| [01:17.07] | You fastened to the rain |
| [01:23.46] | And everyone who wanted you |
| [01:29.08] | Found what she would always want again |
| [01:39.75] | And I'd have been the dust for you |
| [01:45.08] | And I'd have been the grass for you |
| [01:49.04] | But you tell me with your beauty |
| [01:55.74] | You can see her duty clearly |
| [02:01.55] | In the midst of New-York-City |
| [02:07.21] | In the midst of all my love |
| [02:19.59] | Your body like a searchlight |
| [02:24.34] | In the prison of my need |
| [02:30.08] | Oh I would share your loneliness |
| [02:35.83] | And I demand your greed |
| [02:46.41] | And everything depends upon |
| [02:52.00] | How near you sleep to me |
| [02:56.78] | And isn't it a pity |
| [03:02.87] | You can see all her duty clearly |
| [03:08.84] | In the midst of New-York-City |
| [03:14.71] | In the midst of all our love |
| [03:29.20] | I will be writing this |
| [03:34.50] | When you are so very young again |
| [03:41.00] | That the forests that you burned away |
| [03:46.19] | And then sailed away are truly truly gone |
| [03:59.19] | I will be waiting where a starfish is your head |
| [04:09.54] | And the jewels for your shoulders |
| [04:15.88] | Fall through the walls of sand |
| [04:22.14] | Fall through the walls of sand |
| [00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : Unknown |
| [00:01.40] | Bells |
| [00:02.79] | Buffy SainteMarie |
| [00:06.81] | I' m writing this to say goodbye |
| [00:11.63] | To what you never should reply |
| [00:17.00] | That all of the Lords and Demons that you leave |
| [00:24.14] | I stand entirely alone |
| [00:33.00] | That is to say your loving me |
| [00:38.53] | Would be our only crime |
| [00:42.76] | And isn' t it a pity |
| [00:48.31] | You can see all her beauty clearly |
| [00:53.96] | In the midst of some grey city |
| [00:59.60] | In the midst of all this love |
| [01:12.62] | Many men have loved the bells |
| [01:17.07] | You fastened to the rain |
| [01:23.46] | And everyone who wanted you |
| [01:29.08] | Found what she would always want again |
| [01:39.75] | And I' d have been the dust for you |
| [01:45.08] | And I' d have been the grass for you |
| [01:49.04] | But you tell me with your beauty |
| [01:55.74] | You can see her duty clearly |
| [02:01.55] | In the midst of NewYorkCity |
| [02:07.21] | In the midst of all my love |
| [02:19.59] | Your body like a searchlight |
| [02:24.34] | In the prison of my need |
| [02:30.08] | Oh I would share your loneliness |
| [02:35.83] | And I demand your greed |
| [02:46.41] | And everything depends upon |
| [02:52.00] | How near you sleep to me |
| [02:56.78] | And isn' t it a pity |
| [03:02.87] | You can see all her duty clearly |
| [03:08.84] | In the midst of NewYorkCity |
| [03:14.71] | In the midst of all our love |
| [03:29.20] | I will be writing this |
| [03:34.50] | When you are so very young again |
| [03:41.00] | That the forests that you burned away |
| [03:46.19] | And then sailed away are truly truly gone |
| [03:59.19] | I will be waiting where a starfish is your head |
| [04:09.54] | And the jewels for your shoulders |
| [04:15.88] | Fall through the walls of sand |
| [04:22.14] | Fall through the walls of sand |