| Song | Beautiful Child |
| Artist | Rufus Wainwright |
| Album | Want One |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Wainwright | |
| When I am older than these small goddamned hills | |
| And there's no reason for my mind to be still | |
| Oh, how I'll feel like a beautiful child | |
| Such a beautiful child again Such a beautiful child Such a beautiful child again | |
| When I have finally found my room filled with toys | |
| Be banging on my crib excited by noise | |
| Oh, how I'll feel like a beautiful child | |
| Such a beautiufl child again Such a beautiful child Such a beautiful child again And when there's nothing to gain | |
| Or bring me pain or pin the blame | |
| On you or myself | |
| And when they finally fall | |
| These wailing walls and burdened crosses | |
| God's twilights and all | |
| How I'll feel like a beautiful child | |
| Such a beautiful child again ....... | |
| When I am older than these small goddamned hills |
| zuo ci : Wainwright | |
| When I am older than these small goddamned hills | |
| And there s no reason for my mind to be still | |
| Oh, how I ll feel like a beautiful child | |
| Such a beautiful child again Such a beautiful child Such a beautiful child again | |
| When I have finally found my room filled with toys | |
| Be banging on my crib excited by noise | |
| Oh, how I ll feel like a beautiful child | |
| Such a beautiufl child again Such a beautiful child Such a beautiful child again And when there s nothing to gain | |
| Or bring me pain or pin the blame | |
| On you or myself | |
| And when they finally fall | |
| These wailing walls and burdened crosses | |
| God s twilights and all | |
| How I ll feel like a beautiful child | |
| Such a beautiful child again ....... | |
| When I am older than these small goddamned hills |
| zuò cí : Wainwright | |
| When I am older than these small goddamned hills | |
| And there s no reason for my mind to be still | |
| Oh, how I ll feel like a beautiful child | |
| Such a beautiful child again Such a beautiful child Such a beautiful child again | |
| When I have finally found my room filled with toys | |
| Be banging on my crib excited by noise | |
| Oh, how I ll feel like a beautiful child | |
| Such a beautiufl child again Such a beautiful child Such a beautiful child again And when there s nothing to gain | |
| Or bring me pain or pin the blame | |
| On you or myself | |
| And when they finally fall | |
| These wailing walls and burdened crosses | |
| God s twilights and all | |
| How I ll feel like a beautiful child | |
| Such a beautiful child again ....... | |
| When I am older than these small goddamned hills |