Sister Sinead Lyrics

	作曲 : Kristofferson
	I’m singing this song for my sister
	SineadConcerning the god awful mess that she made
	When she told them her truth just as hard as she could
	Her message profoundly was misunderstood
	There’s humans entrusted with guarding our gold
	And humans in charge of the saving of souls
	And humans responded all over the world
	Condemning that bald headed brave little girl
	And maybe she’s crazy and maybe she ain’t
	But so was
	Picasso and so were the saints
	And she’s never been partial to shackles or chains
	She’s too old for breaking and too young to tame
	It’s askin’ for trouble to stick out your neck
	In terms of a target a big silhouette
	But some candles flicker and some candles fade
	And some burn as true as my sister
	SineadAnd maybe she’s crazy and maybe she ain’t
	But so was
	Picasso and so were the saints
	And she’s never been partial to shackles or chains
	She’s too old for breaking and too young to tame

	zuo qu : Kristofferson
	I' m singing this song for my sister
	SineadConcerning the god awful mess that she made
	When she told them her truth just as hard as she could
	Her message profoundly was misunderstood
	There' s humans entrusted with guarding our gold
	And humans in charge of the saving of souls
	And humans responded all over the world
	Condemning that bald headed brave little girl
	And maybe she' s crazy and maybe she ain' t
	But so was
	Picasso and so were the saints
	And she' s never been partial to shackles or chains
	She' s too old for breaking and too young to tame
	It' s askin' for trouble to stick out your neck
	In terms of a target a big silhouette
	But some candles flicker and some candles fade
	And some burn as true as my sister
	SineadAnd maybe she' s crazy and maybe she ain' t
	But so was
	Picasso and so were the saints
	And she' s never been partial to shackles or chains
	She' s too old for breaking and too young to tame

	zuò qǔ : Kristofferson
	I' m singing this song for my sister
	SineadConcerning the god awful mess that she made
	When she told them her truth just as hard as she could
	Her message profoundly was misunderstood
	There' s humans entrusted with guarding our gold
	And humans in charge of the saving of souls
	And humans responded all over the world
	Condemning that bald headed brave little girl
	And maybe she' s crazy and maybe she ain' t
	But so was
	Picasso and so were the saints
	And she' s never been partial to shackles or chains
	She' s too old for breaking and too young to tame
	It' s askin' for trouble to stick out your neck
	In terms of a target a big silhouette
	But some candles flicker and some candles fade
	And some burn as true as my sister
	SineadAnd maybe she' s crazy and maybe she ain' t
	But so was
	Picasso and so were the saints
	And she' s never been partial to shackles or chains
	She' s too old for breaking and too young to tame

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