| Song | Progress of Love |
| Artist | Joe Henry |
| Album | Blood From Stars |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Henry | |
| This is the progress of love that I fear | |
| You retreat just as my defeat finally nears | |
| What's only to lose, myself I volunteer | |
| So all of your spoils could be mine | |
| Life takes root in the deepest dark ground | |
| Where bones blood and honor have been trampled down | |
| And beaten like ponies and driven to town | |
| Where reason is traded for rhyme | |
| Your sailor is my lawyer | |
| Your seamstress suits my king | |
| But you are the mouth of the river | |
| The star of my every dream | |
| Some young punk cut a wire, the sun fell in the yard | |
| We gathered round it, and we kicked it hard | |
| We passed around flowers and wine and we cried oh Lord | |
| Now here comes the night | |
| Our every word now we talk in blues | |
| A hymn to the life we're all bound to lose | |
| We'd die for more but we still refuse | |
| To live without a fight | |
| Your sailor is my lawyer | |
| Your seamstress suits my king | |
| But you are the mouth of the river | |
| At the start of my every dream | |
| We say "never forget" and mean "never forgive" | |
| No, never as long as ever we live | |
| It offends all our dead to surrender this | |
| To even think we might go on | |
| And freedom doesn't need to be free when it sells | |
| Like ocean waves offered from inside of shells | |
| We bet the farm trying to ring its bells | |
| While love still goes for a song | |
| Your sailor is my lawyer | |
| Your seamstress suits my king | |
| But you are the mouth of the river | |
| At the start of my every dream |
| zuo qu : Henry | |
| This is the progress of love that I fear | |
| You retreat just as my defeat finally nears | |
| What' s only to lose, myself I volunteer | |
| So all of your spoils could be mine | |
| Life takes root in the deepest dark ground | |
| Where bones blood and honor have been trampled down | |
| And beaten like ponies and driven to town | |
| Where reason is traded for rhyme | |
| Your sailor is my lawyer | |
| Your seamstress suits my king | |
| But you are the mouth of the river | |
| The star of my every dream | |
| Some young punk cut a wire, the sun fell in the yard | |
| We gathered round it, and we kicked it hard | |
| We passed around flowers and wine and we cried oh Lord | |
| Now here comes the night | |
| Our every word now we talk in blues | |
| A hymn to the life we' re all bound to lose | |
| We' d die for more but we still refuse | |
| To live without a fight | |
| Your sailor is my lawyer | |
| Your seamstress suits my king | |
| But you are the mouth of the river | |
| At the start of my every dream | |
| We say " never forget" and mean " never forgive" | |
| No, never as long as ever we live | |
| It offends all our dead to surrender this | |
| To even think we might go on | |
| And freedom doesn' t need to be free when it sells | |
| Like ocean waves offered from inside of shells | |
| We bet the farm trying to ring its bells | |
| While love still goes for a song | |
| Your sailor is my lawyer | |
| Your seamstress suits my king | |
| But you are the mouth of the river | |
| At the start of my every dream |
| zuò qǔ : Henry | |
| This is the progress of love that I fear | |
| You retreat just as my defeat finally nears | |
| What' s only to lose, myself I volunteer | |
| So all of your spoils could be mine | |
| Life takes root in the deepest dark ground | |
| Where bones blood and honor have been trampled down | |
| And beaten like ponies and driven to town | |
| Where reason is traded for rhyme | |
| Your sailor is my lawyer | |
| Your seamstress suits my king | |
| But you are the mouth of the river | |
| The star of my every dream | |
| Some young punk cut a wire, the sun fell in the yard | |
| We gathered round it, and we kicked it hard | |
| We passed around flowers and wine and we cried oh Lord | |
| Now here comes the night | |
| Our every word now we talk in blues | |
| A hymn to the life we' re all bound to lose | |
| We' d die for more but we still refuse | |
| To live without a fight | |
| Your sailor is my lawyer | |
| Your seamstress suits my king | |
| But you are the mouth of the river | |
| At the start of my every dream | |
| We say " never forget" and mean " never forgive" | |
| No, never as long as ever we live | |
| It offends all our dead to surrender this | |
| To even think we might go on | |
| And freedom doesn' t need to be free when it sells | |
| Like ocean waves offered from inside of shells | |
| We bet the farm trying to ring its bells | |
| While love still goes for a song | |
| Your sailor is my lawyer | |
| Your seamstress suits my king | |
| But you are the mouth of the river | |
| At the start of my every dream |