| Song | Bird On The Beach |
| Artist | Eric Burdon |
| Album | Crawling King Snake |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Burdon, Canter, Dietz, Gartig ... | |
| Stood with my kid on the lonely windswept beach | |
| The winter sun was on the horizon, and we were both out of reach | |
| She ran ahead of me looking for the next surprise. | |
| Our souls were wet from the incoming tide. | |
| She stopped and looked at me Lord, with tears in her eyes. | |
| It's only a dead bird, and his soul has gone to the sky. | |
| He's free, not like you and me. | |
| He's free, not like you and me. | |
| I never ever thought, that you would be so out of reach. | |
| And the lonely times have been like poison, child. | |
| I wish I could practice, what I preach. | |
| Then I can release these feelings, that I've been holding deep inside. | |
| Been missing you so much baby, the only healer can be time. | |
| By then you will have forgotten the dead bird on the beach. | |
| But please, don't forget your father, child, Cause he's out of reach. | |
| Yeah, my dream is to be free, free, free, freedom for you and me. | |
| Yeah free, free, free, freedom for you and me. | |
| You'll hear my music in the wind, | |
| Hearbeat like the rolling tide. | |
| One thing, you can be sure of, my love. | |
| Wherever you go, I'll hold your love inside. | |
| And I take a look, don't cry, | |
| Even if he was livin' and you had him in your hands, | |
| You'd still have to open up and let him fly. | |
| That bird must be free! | |
| She stopped and looked at me Lord, with tears in her eyes. | |
| It's only a dead bird, and his soul has gone to the sky. | |
| He's free, not like you and me | |
| He's free, not like you and me | |
| Freedom | |
| Freedom for you and me | |
| Freedom | |
| Freedom | |
| Free | |
| Freedom... |
| zuo ci : Burdon, Canter, Dietz, Gartig ... | |
| Stood with my kid on the lonely windswept beach | |
| The winter sun was on the horizon, and we were both out of reach | |
| She ran ahead of me looking for the next surprise. | |
| Our souls were wet from the incoming tide. | |
| She stopped and looked at me Lord, with tears in her eyes. | |
| It' s only a dead bird, and his soul has gone to the sky. | |
| He' s free, not like you and me. | |
| He' s free, not like you and me. | |
| I never ever thought, that you would be so out of reach. | |
| And the lonely times have been like poison, child. | |
| I wish I could practice, what I preach. | |
| Then I can release these feelings, that I' ve been holding deep inside. | |
| Been missing you so much baby, the only healer can be time. | |
| By then you will have forgotten the dead bird on the beach. | |
| But please, don' t forget your father, child, Cause he' s out of reach. | |
| Yeah, my dream is to be free, free, free, freedom for you and me. | |
| Yeah free, free, free, freedom for you and me. | |
| You' ll hear my music in the wind, | |
| Hearbeat like the rolling tide. | |
| One thing, you can be sure of, my love. | |
| Wherever you go, I' ll hold your love inside. | |
| And I take a look, don' t cry, | |
| Even if he was livin' and you had him in your hands, | |
| You' d still have to open up and let him fly. | |
| That bird must be free! | |
| She stopped and looked at me Lord, with tears in her eyes. | |
| It' s only a dead bird, and his soul has gone to the sky. | |
| He' s free, not like you and me | |
| He' s free, not like you and me | |
| Freedom | |
| Freedom for you and me | |
| Freedom | |
| Freedom | |
| Free | |
| Freedom... |
| zuò cí : Burdon, Canter, Dietz, Gartig ... | |
| Stood with my kid on the lonely windswept beach | |
| The winter sun was on the horizon, and we were both out of reach | |
| She ran ahead of me looking for the next surprise. | |
| Our souls were wet from the incoming tide. | |
| She stopped and looked at me Lord, with tears in her eyes. | |
| It' s only a dead bird, and his soul has gone to the sky. | |
| He' s free, not like you and me. | |
| He' s free, not like you and me. | |
| I never ever thought, that you would be so out of reach. | |
| And the lonely times have been like poison, child. | |
| I wish I could practice, what I preach. | |
| Then I can release these feelings, that I' ve been holding deep inside. | |
| Been missing you so much baby, the only healer can be time. | |
| By then you will have forgotten the dead bird on the beach. | |
| But please, don' t forget your father, child, Cause he' s out of reach. | |
| Yeah, my dream is to be free, free, free, freedom for you and me. | |
| Yeah free, free, free, freedom for you and me. | |
| You' ll hear my music in the wind, | |
| Hearbeat like the rolling tide. | |
| One thing, you can be sure of, my love. | |
| Wherever you go, I' ll hold your love inside. | |
| And I take a look, don' t cry, | |
| Even if he was livin' and you had him in your hands, | |
| You' d still have to open up and let him fly. | |
| That bird must be free! | |
| She stopped and looked at me Lord, with tears in her eyes. | |
| It' s only a dead bird, and his soul has gone to the sky. | |
| He' s free, not like you and me | |
| He' s free, not like you and me | |
| Freedom | |
| Freedom for you and me | |
| Freedom | |
| Freedom | |
| Free | |
| Freedom... |