Sing Another Song, Boys Lyrics
| Song | Sing Another Song, Boys |
| Artist | Leonard Cohen |
| Album | Songs of Love and Hate |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作曲 : Leonard Cohen |
| [00:00.344] | 作词 : Leonard Cohen |
| [00:01.32] | Let's sing another song, boys |
| [00:04.55] | |
| [00:04.82] | This one has grown old and bitter |
| [00:22.42] | |
| [00:22.69] | Ah, his fingernails, |
| [00:25.67] | |
| [00:25.94] | I see they're broken |
| [00:31.67] | |
| [00:31.94] | His ships, they're all on fire |
| [00:39.80] | |
| [00:40.07] | The moneylender's lovely little daughter |
| [00:46.30] | |
| [00:46.57] | Ah, she's eaten, she's eaten with desire |
| [00:55.79] | |
| [00:56.06] | She spies him through the glasses |
| [01:02.67] | |
| [01:02.94] | From the pawnshops of her wicked father |
| [01:11.79] | |
| [01:12.06] | She hails him with a microphone |
| [01:18.04] | |
| [01:18.31] | That some poor singer, just like me had to leave her |
| [01:27.92] | |
| [01:28.19] | She tempts him with a clarinet |
| [01:36.69] | |
| [01:36.96] | She waves a Nazi dagger |
| [01:43.69] | |
| [01:43.96] | She finds him lying in a heap |
| [01:51.94] | |
| [01:52.21] | She wants to be his woman |
| [01:59.94] | |
| [02:00.21] | He says, "Yes, I just might go to sleep |
| [02:06.20] | |
| [02:06.47] | But kindly leave, leave the future, leave it open" |
| [02:16.45] | |
| [02:16.72] | He stands where it is steep |
| [02:22.70] | |
| [02:22.97] | Oh, I guess he thinks that he's the very first one |
| [02:32.70] | |
| [02:32.97] | His hands upon his leather belt now |
| [02:38.70] | |
| [02:38.97] | Like it was the wheel of some big ocean liner |
| [02:48.82] | |
| [02:49.09] | And she will learn to touch herself so well |
| [02:55.20] | |
| [02:55.47] | As all the sails burn down like paper |
| [03:05.20] | |
| [03:05.47] | And he has lit the chain |
| [03:13.82] | |
| [03:14.09] | Of his famous cigarillo |
| [03:20.32] | |
| [03:20.59] | Ah, they'll never, they'll never ever reach the moon |
| [03:29.32] | |
| [03:29.59] | At least not the one that we're after |
| [03:37.57] | |
| [03:37.84] | It's floating, broken on the open sea, look out there, my friends |
| [03:44.82] | |
| [03:45.09] | And it carries no survivors |
| [03:54.19] | |
| [03:54.46] | But let's leave these lovers wondering |
| [04:01.07] | |
| [04:01.34] | Why they cannot have each other |
| [04:10.42] | |
| [04:10.69] | And let's sing another song, boys |
| [04:16.79] | |
| [04:17.06] | This one has grown old and bitter |
| [04:26.03] | |
| [04:26.30] | （La La La La La La ...） |
| [06:01.50] |
| [00:00.00] | zuo qu : Leonard Cohen |
| [00:00.344] | zuo ci : Leonard Cohen |
| [00:01.32] | Let' s sing another song, boys |
| [00:04.55] | |
| [00:04.82] | This one has grown old and bitter |
| [00:22.42] | |
| [00:22.69] | Ah, his fingernails, |
| [00:25.67] | |
| [00:25.94] | I see they' re broken |
| [00:31.67] | |
| [00:31.94] | His ships, they' re all on fire |
| [00:39.80] | |
| [00:40.07] | The moneylender' s lovely little daughter |
| [00:46.30] | |
| [00:46.57] | Ah, she' s eaten, she' s eaten with desire |
| [00:55.79] | |
| [00:56.06] | She spies him through the glasses |
| [01:02.67] | |
| [01:02.94] | From the pawnshops of her wicked father |
| [01:11.79] | |
| [01:12.06] | She hails him with a microphone |
| [01:18.04] | |
| [01:18.31] | That some poor singer, just like me had to leave her |
| [01:27.92] | |
| [01:28.19] | She tempts him with a clarinet |
| [01:36.69] | |
| [01:36.96] | She waves a Nazi dagger |
| [01:43.69] | |
| [01:43.96] | She finds him lying in a heap |
| [01:51.94] | |
| [01:52.21] | She wants to be his woman |
| [01:59.94] | |
| [02:00.21] | He says, " Yes, I just might go to sleep |
| [02:06.20] | |
| [02:06.47] | But kindly leave, leave the future, leave it open" |
| [02:16.45] | |
| [02:16.72] | He stands where it is steep |
| [02:22.70] | |
| [02:22.97] | Oh, I guess he thinks that he' s the very first one |
| [02:32.70] | |
| [02:32.97] | His hands upon his leather belt now |
| [02:38.70] | |
| [02:38.97] | Like it was the wheel of some big ocean liner |
| [02:48.82] | |
| [02:49.09] | And she will learn to touch herself so well |
| [02:55.20] | |
| [02:55.47] | As all the sails burn down like paper |
| [03:05.20] | |
| [03:05.47] | And he has lit the chain |
| [03:13.82] | |
| [03:14.09] | Of his famous cigarillo |
| [03:20.32] | |
| [03:20.59] | Ah, they' ll never, they' ll never ever reach the moon |
| [03:29.32] | |
| [03:29.59] | At least not the one that we' re after |
| [03:37.57] | |
| [03:37.84] | It' s floating, broken on the open sea, look out there, my friends |
| [03:44.82] | |
| [03:45.09] | And it carries no survivors |
| [03:54.19] | |
| [03:54.46] | But let' s leave these lovers wondering |
| [04:01.07] | |
| [04:01.34] | Why they cannot have each other |
| [04:10.42] | |
| [04:10.69] | And let' s sing another song, boys |
| [04:16.79] | |
| [04:17.06] | This one has grown old and bitter |
| [04:26.03] | |
| [04:26.30] | La La La La La La ... |
| [06:01.50] |
| [00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Leonard Cohen |
| [00:00.344] | zuò cí : Leonard Cohen |
| [00:01.32] | Let' s sing another song, boys |
| [00:04.55] | |
| [00:04.82] | This one has grown old and bitter |
| [00:22.42] | |
| [00:22.69] | Ah, his fingernails, |
| [00:25.67] | |
| [00:25.94] | I see they' re broken |
| [00:31.67] | |
| [00:31.94] | His ships, they' re all on fire |
| [00:39.80] | |
| [00:40.07] | The moneylender' s lovely little daughter |
| [00:46.30] | |
| [00:46.57] | Ah, she' s eaten, she' s eaten with desire |
| [00:55.79] | |
| [00:56.06] | She spies him through the glasses |
| [01:02.67] | |
| [01:02.94] | From the pawnshops of her wicked father |
| [01:11.79] | |
| [01:12.06] | She hails him with a microphone |
| [01:18.04] | |
| [01:18.31] | That some poor singer, just like me had to leave her |
| [01:27.92] | |
| [01:28.19] | She tempts him with a clarinet |
| [01:36.69] | |
| [01:36.96] | She waves a Nazi dagger |
| [01:43.69] | |
| [01:43.96] | She finds him lying in a heap |
| [01:51.94] | |
| [01:52.21] | She wants to be his woman |
| [01:59.94] | |
| [02:00.21] | He says, " Yes, I just might go to sleep |
| [02:06.20] | |
| [02:06.47] | But kindly leave, leave the future, leave it open" |
| [02:16.45] | |
| [02:16.72] | He stands where it is steep |
| [02:22.70] | |
| [02:22.97] | Oh, I guess he thinks that he' s the very first one |
| [02:32.70] | |
| [02:32.97] | His hands upon his leather belt now |
| [02:38.70] | |
| [02:38.97] | Like it was the wheel of some big ocean liner |
| [02:48.82] | |
| [02:49.09] | And she will learn to touch herself so well |
| [02:55.20] | |
| [02:55.47] | As all the sails burn down like paper |
| [03:05.20] | |
| [03:05.47] | And he has lit the chain |
| [03:13.82] | |
| [03:14.09] | Of his famous cigarillo |
| [03:20.32] | |
| [03:20.59] | Ah, they' ll never, they' ll never ever reach the moon |
| [03:29.32] | |
| [03:29.59] | At least not the one that we' re after |
| [03:37.57] | |
| [03:37.84] | It' s floating, broken on the open sea, look out there, my friends |
| [03:44.82] | |
| [03:45.09] | And it carries no survivors |
| [03:54.19] | |
| [03:54.46] | But let' s leave these lovers wondering |
| [04:01.07] | |
| [04:01.34] | Why they cannot have each other |
| [04:10.42] | |
| [04:10.69] | And let' s sing another song, boys |
| [04:16.79] | |
| [04:17.06] | This one has grown old and bitter |
| [04:26.03] | |
| [04:26.30] | La La La La La La ... |
| [06:01.50] |
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