| Song | The Way That It Shows |
| Artist | Richard Thompson |
| Album | Two Letter Words [live] |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Thompson | |
| You're going to give yourself away | |
| One of these nights | |
| Your gaze of compassion | |
| Just a little too right | |
| Your hug of encouragement | |
| A little too tight | |
| ANd then he'll know | |
| It's the little things betray | |
| You're going to give yourself away | |
| To some Casanova | |
| On the spills and stains | |
| Of a backstage sofa | |
| He'll catch you yawning | |
| With one leg over | |
| And there's the sin | |
| Must be the enemy within | |
| That's the way that it shows | |
| That's the way that it shows | |
| That's the way that it shows | |
| That's the way that it shows | |
| That's the way that it shows | |
| That's the way that it shows | |
| A slip of the tongue | |
| A squeeze of the hand | |
| That's the way that it shows | |
| There's glycerine in the tear | |
| Rouge in the blush | |
| Your artful stammer | |
| A little too rushed | |
| All passion to the eye | |
| All cold to the touch | |
| And then he'll guess | |
| Your mind has drifted in the kiss | |
| There's a chink in your armour | |
| A crack in your defenses | |
| When your iron will | |
| Gives way to your senses | |
| Your whispered sweet nothings | |
| All sound like expenses | |
| And that's enough | |
| He won't believe your words of love | |
| And that's the way that it shows | |
| That's the way that it shows | |
| Yes, that's the way that it shows | |
| That's the way that it shows | |
| That's the way that it shows | |
| It's the - That's the way that it shows | |
| A slip of the tongue | |
| A squeeze of the hand | |
| That's the way that it shows |
| zuo ci : Thompson | |
| You' re going to give yourself away | |
| One of these nights | |
| Your gaze of compassion | |
| Just a little too right | |
| Your hug of encouragement | |
| A little too tight | |
| ANd then he' ll know | |
| It' s the little things betray | |
| You' re going to give yourself away | |
| To some Casanova | |
| On the spills and stains | |
| Of a backstage sofa | |
| He' ll catch you yawning | |
| With one leg over | |
| And there' s the sin | |
| Must be the enemy within | |
| That' s the way that it shows | |
| That' s the way that it shows | |
| That' s the way that it shows | |
| That' s the way that it shows | |
| That' s the way that it shows | |
| That' s the way that it shows | |
| A slip of the tongue | |
| A squeeze of the hand | |
| That' s the way that it shows | |
| There' s glycerine in the tear | |
| Rouge in the blush | |
| Your artful stammer | |
| A little too rushed | |
| All passion to the eye | |
| All cold to the touch | |
| And then he' ll guess | |
| Your mind has drifted in the kiss | |
| There' s a chink in your armour | |
| A crack in your defenses | |
| When your iron will | |
| Gives way to your senses | |
| Your whispered sweet nothings | |
| All sound like expenses | |
| And that' s enough | |
| He won' t believe your words of love | |
| And that' s the way that it shows | |
| That' s the way that it shows | |
| Yes, that' s the way that it shows | |
| That' s the way that it shows | |
| That' s the way that it shows | |
| It' s the That' s the way that it shows | |
| A slip of the tongue | |
| A squeeze of the hand | |
| That' s the way that it shows |
| zuò cí : Thompson | |
| You' re going to give yourself away | |
| One of these nights | |
| Your gaze of compassion | |
| Just a little too right | |
| Your hug of encouragement | |
| A little too tight | |
| ANd then he' ll know | |
| It' s the little things betray | |
| You' re going to give yourself away | |
| To some Casanova | |
| On the spills and stains | |
| Of a backstage sofa | |
| He' ll catch you yawning | |
| With one leg over | |
| And there' s the sin | |
| Must be the enemy within | |
| That' s the way that it shows | |
| That' s the way that it shows | |
| That' s the way that it shows | |
| That' s the way that it shows | |
| That' s the way that it shows | |
| That' s the way that it shows | |
| A slip of the tongue | |
| A squeeze of the hand | |
| That' s the way that it shows | |
| There' s glycerine in the tear | |
| Rouge in the blush | |
| Your artful stammer | |
| A little too rushed | |
| All passion to the eye | |
| All cold to the touch | |
| And then he' ll guess | |
| Your mind has drifted in the kiss | |
| There' s a chink in your armour | |
| A crack in your defenses | |
| When your iron will | |
| Gives way to your senses | |
| Your whispered sweet nothings | |
| All sound like expenses | |
| And that' s enough | |
| He won' t believe your words of love | |
| And that' s the way that it shows | |
| That' s the way that it shows | |
| Yes, that' s the way that it shows | |
| That' s the way that it shows | |
| That' s the way that it shows | |
| It' s the That' s the way that it shows | |
| A slip of the tongue | |
| A squeeze of the hand | |
| That' s the way that it shows |