Making a Noise Lyrics
| Song | Making a Noise |
| Artist | Robbie Robertson |
| Album | Contact From The Underworld Of Redboy |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Robertson | |
| Contact From The Underworld Of Red Boy | |
| Everyone has a song | |
| God gave us each a song | |
| That's how we know who we are | |
| Everyone has a song | |
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| We have come, heat the drum | |
| The land trembles with dancing | |
| We have come, bang the drum | |
| The land trembles with dancing | |
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| CHORUS: | |
| Making a noise in this world | |
| Making a noise in this world | |
| You can bet your ass | |
| I won't go quietly | |
| Makin' a noise in this world | |
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| I don't want your promise | |
| I don't want your whiskey | |
| I don't want your blood on my hands | |
| Only want what belongs to me | |
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| I think you thought I was gone | |
| I think you thought I was dead | |
| You won't admit that you was wrong | |
| Ain't there some shit that should be said | |
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| CHORUS | |
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| The Indian dancers stop and stare at him | |
| Like he was bad weather | |
| He keeps dancing | |
| And knocks loose an eagle feather | |
| The drums stop | |
| This is the kind of silence that frightens white men | |
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| CHORUS | |
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| (No Indians allowed) |
| zuo ci : Robertson | |
| Contact From The Underworld Of Red Boy | |
| Everyone has a song | |
| God gave us each a song | |
| That' s how we know who we are | |
| Everyone has a song | |
| ' | |
| We have come, heat the drum | |
| The land trembles with dancing | |
| We have come, bang the drum | |
| The land trembles with dancing | |
| ' | |
| CHORUS: | |
| Making a noise in this world | |
| Making a noise in this world | |
| You can bet your ass | |
| I won' t go quietly | |
| Makin' a noise in this world | |
| ' | |
| I don' t want your promise | |
| I don' t want your whiskey | |
| I don' t want your blood on my hands | |
| Only want what belongs to me | |
| ' | |
| I think you thought I was gone | |
| I think you thought I was dead | |
| You won' t admit that you was wrong | |
| Ain' t there some shit that should be said | |
| ' | |
| CHORUS | |
| ' | |
| The Indian dancers stop and stare at him | |
| Like he was bad weather | |
| He keeps dancing | |
| And knocks loose an eagle feather | |
| The drums stop | |
| This is the kind of silence that frightens white men | |
| ' | |
| CHORUS | |
| ' | |
| No Indians allowed |
| zuò cí : Robertson | |
| Contact From The Underworld Of Red Boy | |
| Everyone has a song | |
| God gave us each a song | |
| That' s how we know who we are | |
| Everyone has a song | |
| ' | |
| We have come, heat the drum | |
| The land trembles with dancing | |
| We have come, bang the drum | |
| The land trembles with dancing | |
| ' | |
| CHORUS: | |
| Making a noise in this world | |
| Making a noise in this world | |
| You can bet your ass | |
| I won' t go quietly | |
| Makin' a noise in this world | |
| ' | |
| I don' t want your promise | |
| I don' t want your whiskey | |
| I don' t want your blood on my hands | |
| Only want what belongs to me | |
| ' | |
| I think you thought I was gone | |
| I think you thought I was dead | |
| You won' t admit that you was wrong | |
| Ain' t there some shit that should be said | |
| ' | |
| CHORUS | |
| ' | |
| The Indian dancers stop and stare at him | |
| Like he was bad weather | |
| He keeps dancing | |
| And knocks loose an eagle feather | |
| The drums stop | |
| This is the kind of silence that frightens white men | |
| ' | |
| CHORUS | |
| ' | |
| No Indians allowed |
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