| Song | Without Expression (Don't Be the Man) |
| Artist | REO Speedwagon |
| Album | Ridin' the Storm Out |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Reid | |
| Lyrics:Terry Reid Music:Terry Reid | |
| Have you ever ridden horses through a rainstorm | |
| Or led a lion through a busy street bazaar | |
| There are many things I'd love to turn you on to | |
| But somehow I feel they're safer where they are. | |
| Well some people in bound infatuation | |
| While some others spell depression as the law | |
| Someone's mother getting no imagination | |
| So beware then, baby, sin is at everyone's door. | |
| Don't be the man I know with no expressions lord | |
| Ain't got none at all | |
| Pity the man I know with no expressions lord | |
| Ain't got none at all | |
| But you'll never, no you'll never see this man laughing | |
| Come to think of it, I've never seen this man cry | |
| But you might by sitting quietly hear him singing | |
| By and by, he'll stop and sigh, his voice will even start to speak and he will say goodbye. | |
| Have you ever ridden horses through a rainstorm | |
| Or led a lion through a busy street bazaar | |
| There are many things I'd love to turn you on to | |
| But somehow I feel they're safer where they are. |
| zuo ci : Reid | |
| Lyrics: Terry Reid Music: Terry Reid | |
| Have you ever ridden horses through a rainstorm | |
| Or led a lion through a busy street bazaar | |
| There are many things I' d love to turn you on to | |
| But somehow I feel they' re safer where they are. | |
| Well some people in bound infatuation | |
| While some others spell depression as the law | |
| Someone' s mother getting no imagination | |
| So beware then, baby, sin is at everyone' s door. | |
| Don' t be the man I know with no expressions lord | |
| Ain' t got none at all | |
| Pity the man I know with no expressions lord | |
| Ain' t got none at all | |
| But you' ll never, no you' ll never see this man laughing | |
| Come to think of it, I' ve never seen this man cry | |
| But you might by sitting quietly hear him singing | |
| By and by, he' ll stop and sigh, his voice will even start to speak and he will say goodbye. | |
| Have you ever ridden horses through a rainstorm | |
| Or led a lion through a busy street bazaar | |
| There are many things I' d love to turn you on to | |
| But somehow I feel they' re safer where they are. |
| zuò cí : Reid | |
| Lyrics: Terry Reid Music: Terry Reid | |
| Have you ever ridden horses through a rainstorm | |
| Or led a lion through a busy street bazaar | |
| There are many things I' d love to turn you on to | |
| But somehow I feel they' re safer where they are. | |
| Well some people in bound infatuation | |
| While some others spell depression as the law | |
| Someone' s mother getting no imagination | |
| So beware then, baby, sin is at everyone' s door. | |
| Don' t be the man I know with no expressions lord | |
| Ain' t got none at all | |
| Pity the man I know with no expressions lord | |
| Ain' t got none at all | |
| But you' ll never, no you' ll never see this man laughing | |
| Come to think of it, I' ve never seen this man cry | |
| But you might by sitting quietly hear him singing | |
| By and by, he' ll stop and sigh, his voice will even start to speak and he will say goodbye. | |
| Have you ever ridden horses through a rainstorm | |
| Or led a lion through a busy street bazaar | |
| There are many things I' d love to turn you on to | |
| But somehow I feel they' re safer where they are. |