| Song | Song For Sonny Liston |
| Artist | Mark Knopfler |
| Album | Shangri-La |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Mark Knopfler | |
| 作词 : KNOPFLER, MARK | |
| song for sonny liston | |
| so many mouths | |
| to feed on the farm | |
| sonny was the second | |
| to the last one born | |
| his mamma ran away | |
| and his daddy beat him bad | |
| and he grew up wild | |
| good love he never had | |
| he had a left | |
| like henry’s hammer | |
| a right like betty bamalam | |
| rode with the muggers | |
| in the dark and dread | |
| and all them sluggers | |
| went down like lead | |
| well he hung with the hoods | |
| he wouldn’t stroke the fans | |
| but he had dynamite | |
| in both his hands | |
| boom bam | |
| like the slammer door | |
| the bell and the can | |
| and the bodies on the floor | |
| beware the bear’s in town | |
| somebody’s money says | |
| the bear’s going down | |
| yeah, the bear never smiles | |
| sonny’s going down | |
| for miles and miles | |
| sonny’s going down | |
| for miles and miles | |
| the writers didn’t like him | |
| the fight game jocks | |
| with his lowlife backers | |
| and his hands like rocks | |
| they didn’t want to have | |
| a bogey man | |
| they didn’t like him | |
| and he didn’t like them | |
| black cadillac | |
| alligator boots | |
| money in the pockets | |
| of his sharkskin suits | |
| some say the bear | |
| took a flop | |
| they couldn’t believe it | |
| when they saw him drop | |
| he had a left | |
| like henry’s hammer | |
| a right like betty bamalam | |
| rode with the muggers | |
| in the dark and dread | |
| and all them sluggers | |
| went down like lead | |
| joe louis was his hero | |
| he tried to be the same | |
| but a criminal child | |
| wears a ball and chain | |
| so the civil rights people | |
| didn’t want him on the throne | |
| and the hacks and the cops | |
| wouldn’t leave him alone | |
| beware the bear’s in town | |
| somebody’s money says | |
| the bear’s going down | |
| yeah, the bear never smiles | |
| sonny’s going down | |
| for miles and miles | |
| sonny’s going down | |
| for miles and miles | |
| at the foot of his bed | |
| with his feet on the floor | |
| there was dope in his veins | |
| and a pistol on the drawer | |
| there was no investigation | |
| as such | |
| he hated needles | |
| but he knew too much | |
| criss-crossed | |
| on his back | |
| scars from his daddy | |
| like slavery tracks | |
| the second-last child | |
| was the second-last king | |
| never again was it the same | |
| in the ring | |
| he had a left | |
| like henry’s hammer | |
| a right like betty bamalam | |
| rode with the muggers | |
| in the dark and dread | |
| and all them sluggers | |
| went down like lead | |
| they never could be sure | |
| about the day he was born | |
| a motherless child | |
| set to working on the farm | |
| and they never could be sure | |
| about the day he died | |
| the bear was the king | |
| they cast aside | |
| beware the bear’s in town | |
| somebody’s money says | |
| the bear’s going down | |
| yeah, the bear never smiles | |
| sonny’s going down | |
| for miles and miles | |
| sonny’s going down | |
| for miles and miles | |
| ‘some day they’re gonna write a | |
| blues for fighters. It’ll just be for | |
| slow guitar, soft trumpet and a bell.’ | |
| sonny liston 1962 |
| zuo qu : Mark Knopfler | |
| zuo ci : KNOPFLER, MARK | |
| song for sonny liston | |
| so many mouths | |
| to feed on the farm | |
| sonny was the second | |
| to the last one born | |
| his mamma ran away | |
| and his daddy beat him bad | |
| and he grew up wild | |
| good love he never had | |
| he had a left | |
| like henry' s hammer | |
| a right like betty bamalam | |
| rode with the muggers | |
| in the dark and dread | |
| and all them sluggers | |
| went down like lead | |
| well he hung with the hoods | |
| he wouldn' t stroke the fans | |
| but he had dynamite | |
| in both his hands | |
| boom bam | |
| like the slammer door | |
| the bell and the can | |
| and the bodies on the floor | |
| beware the bear' s in town | |
| somebody' s money says | |
| the bear' s going down | |
| yeah, the bear never smiles | |
| sonny' s going down | |
| for miles and miles | |
| sonny' s going down | |
| for miles and miles | |
| the writers didn' t like him | |
| the fight game jocks | |
| with his lowlife backers | |
| and his hands like rocks | |
| they didn' t want to have | |
| a bogey man | |
| they didn' t like him | |
| and he didn' t like them | |
| black cadillac | |
| alligator boots | |
| money in the pockets | |
| of his sharkskin suits | |
| some say the bear | |
| took a flop | |
| they couldn' t believe it | |
| when they saw him drop | |
| he had a left | |
| like henry' s hammer | |
| a right like betty bamalam | |
| rode with the muggers | |
| in the dark and dread | |
| and all them sluggers | |
| went down like lead | |
| joe louis was his hero | |
| he tried to be the same | |
| but a criminal child | |
| wears a ball and chain | |
| so the civil rights people | |
| didn' t want him on the throne | |
| and the hacks and the cops | |
| wouldn' t leave him alone | |
| beware the bear' s in town | |
| somebody' s money says | |
| the bear' s going down | |
| yeah, the bear never smiles | |
| sonny' s going down | |
| for miles and miles | |
| sonny' s going down | |
| for miles and miles | |
| at the foot of his bed | |
| with his feet on the floor | |
| there was dope in his veins | |
| and a pistol on the drawer | |
| there was no investigation | |
| as such | |
| he hated needles | |
| but he knew too much | |
| crisscrossed | |
| on his back | |
| scars from his daddy | |
| like slavery tracks | |
| the secondlast child | |
| was the secondlast king | |
| never again was it the same | |
| in the ring | |
| he had a left | |
| like henry' s hammer | |
| a right like betty bamalam | |
| rode with the muggers | |
| in the dark and dread | |
| and all them sluggers | |
| went down like lead | |
| they never could be sure | |
| about the day he was born | |
| a motherless child | |
| set to working on the farm | |
| and they never could be sure | |
| about the day he died | |
| the bear was the king | |
| they cast aside | |
| beware the bear' s in town | |
| somebody' s money says | |
| the bear' s going down | |
| yeah, the bear never smiles | |
| sonny' s going down | |
| for miles and miles | |
| sonny' s going down | |
| for miles and miles | |
| ' some day they' re gonna write a | |
| blues for fighters. It' ll just be for | |
| slow guitar, soft trumpet and a bell.' | |
| sonny liston 1962 |
| zuò qǔ : Mark Knopfler | |
| zuò cí : KNOPFLER, MARK | |
| song for sonny liston | |
| so many mouths | |
| to feed on the farm | |
| sonny was the second | |
| to the last one born | |
| his mamma ran away | |
| and his daddy beat him bad | |
| and he grew up wild | |
| good love he never had | |
| he had a left | |
| like henry' s hammer | |
| a right like betty bamalam | |
| rode with the muggers | |
| in the dark and dread | |
| and all them sluggers | |
| went down like lead | |
| well he hung with the hoods | |
| he wouldn' t stroke the fans | |
| but he had dynamite | |
| in both his hands | |
| boom bam | |
| like the slammer door | |
| the bell and the can | |
| and the bodies on the floor | |
| beware the bear' s in town | |
| somebody' s money says | |
| the bear' s going down | |
| yeah, the bear never smiles | |
| sonny' s going down | |
| for miles and miles | |
| sonny' s going down | |
| for miles and miles | |
| the writers didn' t like him | |
| the fight game jocks | |
| with his lowlife backers | |
| and his hands like rocks | |
| they didn' t want to have | |
| a bogey man | |
| they didn' t like him | |
| and he didn' t like them | |
| black cadillac | |
| alligator boots | |
| money in the pockets | |
| of his sharkskin suits | |
| some say the bear | |
| took a flop | |
| they couldn' t believe it | |
| when they saw him drop | |
| he had a left | |
| like henry' s hammer | |
| a right like betty bamalam | |
| rode with the muggers | |
| in the dark and dread | |
| and all them sluggers | |
| went down like lead | |
| joe louis was his hero | |
| he tried to be the same | |
| but a criminal child | |
| wears a ball and chain | |
| so the civil rights people | |
| didn' t want him on the throne | |
| and the hacks and the cops | |
| wouldn' t leave him alone | |
| beware the bear' s in town | |
| somebody' s money says | |
| the bear' s going down | |
| yeah, the bear never smiles | |
| sonny' s going down | |
| for miles and miles | |
| sonny' s going down | |
| for miles and miles | |
| at the foot of his bed | |
| with his feet on the floor | |
| there was dope in his veins | |
| and a pistol on the drawer | |
| there was no investigation | |
| as such | |
| he hated needles | |
| but he knew too much | |
| crisscrossed | |
| on his back | |
| scars from his daddy | |
| like slavery tracks | |
| the secondlast child | |
| was the secondlast king | |
| never again was it the same | |
| in the ring | |
| he had a left | |
| like henry' s hammer | |
| a right like betty bamalam | |
| rode with the muggers | |
| in the dark and dread | |
| and all them sluggers | |
| went down like lead | |
| they never could be sure | |
| about the day he was born | |
| a motherless child | |
| set to working on the farm | |
| and they never could be sure | |
| about the day he died | |
| the bear was the king | |
| they cast aside | |
| beware the bear' s in town | |
| somebody' s money says | |
| the bear' s going down | |
| yeah, the bear never smiles | |
| sonny' s going down | |
| for miles and miles | |
| sonny' s going down | |
| for miles and miles | |
| ' some day they' re gonna write a | |
| blues for fighters. It' ll just be for | |
| slow guitar, soft trumpet and a bell.' | |
| sonny liston 1962 |