Burn Down This Town Lyrics
| Song | Burn Down This Town |
| Artist | Rosanne Cash |
| Album | Black Cadillac |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : John Leventhal/Rosanne Cash | |
| The hills are burning, fields turn to steel | |
| The big house is haunted with what we don't feel | |
| All the streets are empty, no one ever comes around | |
| So you know they won't make a sound | |
| Burn down this town | |
| My lungs are blackened with smoke and sobs | |
| So just be a man and finish the job | |
| And I'll watch you from this distant place | |
| I've found | |
| Oh, you know | |
| I won't make a sound | |
| Burn down this town | |
| The clapper jail and the co-op board | |
| The garden club and the bedroom door | |
| Sprinkled lawn and the mirrored hall | |
| The Christmas tree, just burn it all | |
| The sky is falling with the ash and mud | |
| They gotta make a promise, yeah, blood to blood | |
| So shut the door and then slowly turn around | |
| And now you know you can't make a sound | |
| Burn down this town | |
| The clapper jail and the co-op board | |
| The garden club and the bedroom door | |
| Sprinkled lawn and the mirrored hall | |
| The Christmas tree, just burn it all | |
| Burn down this town | |
| Burn down this town |
| zuo qu : John Leventhal Rosanne Cash | |
| The hills are burning, fields turn to steel | |
| The big house is haunted with what we don' t feel | |
| All the streets are empty, no one ever comes around | |
| So you know they won' t make a sound | |
| Burn down this town | |
| My lungs are blackened with smoke and sobs | |
| So just be a man and finish the job | |
| And I' ll watch you from this distant place | |
| I' ve found | |
| Oh, you know | |
| I won' t make a sound | |
| Burn down this town | |
| The clapper jail and the coop board | |
| The garden club and the bedroom door | |
| Sprinkled lawn and the mirrored hall | |
| The Christmas tree, just burn it all | |
| The sky is falling with the ash and mud | |
| They gotta make a promise, yeah, blood to blood | |
| So shut the door and then slowly turn around | |
| And now you know you can' t make a sound | |
| Burn down this town | |
| The clapper jail and the coop board | |
| The garden club and the bedroom door | |
| Sprinkled lawn and the mirrored hall | |
| The Christmas tree, just burn it all | |
| Burn down this town | |
| Burn down this town |
| zuò qǔ : John Leventhal Rosanne Cash | |
| The hills are burning, fields turn to steel | |
| The big house is haunted with what we don' t feel | |
| All the streets are empty, no one ever comes around | |
| So you know they won' t make a sound | |
| Burn down this town | |
| My lungs are blackened with smoke and sobs | |
| So just be a man and finish the job | |
| And I' ll watch you from this distant place | |
| I' ve found | |
| Oh, you know | |
| I won' t make a sound | |
| Burn down this town | |
| The clapper jail and the coop board | |
| The garden club and the bedroom door | |
| Sprinkled lawn and the mirrored hall | |
| The Christmas tree, just burn it all | |
| The sky is falling with the ash and mud | |
| They gotta make a promise, yeah, blood to blood | |
| So shut the door and then slowly turn around | |
| And now you know you can' t make a sound | |
| Burn down this town | |
| The clapper jail and the coop board | |
| The garden club and the bedroom door | |
| Sprinkled lawn and the mirrored hall | |
| The Christmas tree, just burn it all | |
| Burn down this town | |
| Burn down this town |
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