| Song | Laredo Tornado |
| Artist | Electric Light Orchestra |
| Album | Eldorado |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Lynne | |
| Summer days, where did you go? | |
| You've let me down so bad. | |
| Clouds fill the sky, | |
| Gone is the dream, | |
| My happy hunting ground. | |
| Wild buffalo played and I never saw a rainy day. | |
| But it looks like summer days ain't coming back. | |
| March, April, May, June and July, | |
| You took me for a fail. | |
| Big chief, he lie. | |
| Cold wind blows cruel, so cold to make you die. | |
| Mountain breeze, ocean bay and I never saw a rainy day. | |
| But it looks like them summer days ain't coming back. | |
| Laredo Tornado, | |
| Adios amigos. | |
| What can you do when your dreamworld is gone | |
| And your friends and lovers too? | |
| West Winter Street under the ground, | |
| The air that makes you choke. | |
| Towers of concrete, hellish go-round, | |
| Were there when I awoke. | |
| City sky pouring down with rain | |
| That can never hope to ease the pain. | |
| And it looks like summer days ain't coming back. | |
| Laredo Tornado, | |
| Adios amigos. | |
| Laredo Tornado, | |
| Adios amigos. |
| zuo qu : Lynne | |
| Summer days, where did you go? | |
| You' ve let me down so bad. | |
| Clouds fill the sky, | |
| Gone is the dream, | |
| My happy hunting ground. | |
| Wild buffalo played and I never saw a rainy day. | |
| But it looks like summer days ain' t coming back. | |
| March, April, May, June and July, | |
| You took me for a fail. | |
| Big chief, he lie. | |
| Cold wind blows cruel, so cold to make you die. | |
| Mountain breeze, ocean bay and I never saw a rainy day. | |
| But it looks like them summer days ain' t coming back. | |
| Laredo Tornado, | |
| Adios amigos. | |
| What can you do when your dreamworld is gone | |
| And your friends and lovers too? | |
| West Winter Street under the ground, | |
| The air that makes you choke. | |
| Towers of concrete, hellish goround, | |
| Were there when I awoke. | |
| City sky pouring down with rain | |
| That can never hope to ease the pain. | |
| And it looks like summer days ain' t coming back. | |
| Laredo Tornado, | |
| Adios amigos. | |
| Laredo Tornado, | |
| Adios amigos. |
| zuò qǔ : Lynne | |
| Summer days, where did you go? | |
| You' ve let me down so bad. | |
| Clouds fill the sky, | |
| Gone is the dream, | |
| My happy hunting ground. | |
| Wild buffalo played and I never saw a rainy day. | |
| But it looks like summer days ain' t coming back. | |
| March, April, May, June and July, | |
| You took me for a fail. | |
| Big chief, he lie. | |
| Cold wind blows cruel, so cold to make you die. | |
| Mountain breeze, ocean bay and I never saw a rainy day. | |
| But it looks like them summer days ain' t coming back. | |
| Laredo Tornado, | |
| Adios amigos. | |
| What can you do when your dreamworld is gone | |
| And your friends and lovers too? | |
| West Winter Street under the ground, | |
| The air that makes you choke. | |
| Towers of concrete, hellish goround, | |
| Were there when I awoke. | |
| City sky pouring down with rain | |
| That can never hope to ease the pain. | |
| And it looks like summer days ain' t coming back. | |
| Laredo Tornado, | |
| Adios amigos. | |
| Laredo Tornado, | |
| Adios amigos. |