| Song | Masters In China |
| Artist | Priscilla Ahn |
| Album | A Good Day |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作曲 : Benji Hughes |
| [00:01.00] | 作词 : Benji Hughes |
| [00:13.69] | You've always been bashful, you're just that way |
| [00:20.06] | But your eyes are like billboards, they give you away |
| [00:27.29] | Your mouth is a trumpet, somebody else plays |
| [00:34.06] | Long after the notes gone, the tone usually stays |
| [00:41.09] | And your chest a fine pillow, with lining of feather |
| [00:48.52] | Your hair is a family, with strands stick together |
| [00:55.57] | Fingers are keys from the grandest piano, played by a line that the Lord only knew |
| [01:10.57] | |
| [01:14.93] | A tongue of an angel, floats in red wine saliva |
| [01:21.92] | |
| [01:29.05] | Your face can't be captured by pictures or words |
| [01:35.39] | And your voice is a music that I've never heard |
| [01:42.38] | And your skin is a cream, dipped out beyond measure |
| [01:49.96] | Your nose is a pink color touched by the weather |
| [01:57.19] | Your fingers are keys from the grandest piano |
| [02:04.26] | Played by a soul that the Lord only knows |
| [02:11.94] | |
| [02:15.74] | Ooh... |
| [00:00.00] | zuo qu : Benji Hughes |
| [00:01.00] | zuo ci : Benji Hughes |
| [00:13.69] | You' ve always been bashful, you' re just that way |
| [00:20.06] | But your eyes are like billboards, they give you away |
| [00:27.29] | Your mouth is a trumpet, somebody else plays |
| [00:34.06] | Long after the notes gone, the tone usually stays |
| [00:41.09] | And your chest a fine pillow, with lining of feather |
| [00:48.52] | Your hair is a family, with strands stick together |
| [00:55.57] | Fingers are keys from the grandest piano, played by a line that the Lord only knew |
| [01:10.57] | |
| [01:14.93] | A tongue of an angel, floats in red wine saliva |
| [01:21.92] | |
| [01:29.05] | Your face can' t be captured by pictures or words |
| [01:35.39] | And your voice is a music that I' ve never heard |
| [01:42.38] | And your skin is a cream, dipped out beyond measure |
| [01:49.96] | Your nose is a pink color touched by the weather |
| [01:57.19] | Your fingers are keys from the grandest piano |
| [02:04.26] | Played by a soul that the Lord only knows |
| [02:11.94] | |
| [02:15.74] | Ooh... |
| [00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Benji Hughes |
| [00:01.00] | zuò cí : Benji Hughes |
| [00:13.69] | You' ve always been bashful, you' re just that way |
| [00:20.06] | But your eyes are like billboards, they give you away |
| [00:27.29] | Your mouth is a trumpet, somebody else plays |
| [00:34.06] | Long after the notes gone, the tone usually stays |
| [00:41.09] | And your chest a fine pillow, with lining of feather |
| [00:48.52] | Your hair is a family, with strands stick together |
| [00:55.57] | Fingers are keys from the grandest piano, played by a line that the Lord only knew |
| [01:10.57] | |
| [01:14.93] | A tongue of an angel, floats in red wine saliva |
| [01:21.92] | |
| [01:29.05] | Your face can' t be captured by pictures or words |
| [01:35.39] | And your voice is a music that I' ve never heard |
| [01:42.38] | And your skin is a cream, dipped out beyond measure |
| [01:49.96] | Your nose is a pink color touched by the weather |
| [01:57.19] | Your fingers are keys from the grandest piano |
| [02:04.26] | Played by a soul that the Lord only knows |
| [02:11.94] | |
| [02:15.74] | Ooh... |