| Song | Broken Bicycles |
| Artist | Tom Waits |
| Album | One from the Heart |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : | |
| Broken bicycles | |
| old busted chains | |
| with rusted handlebars | |
| out in the rain | |
| somebody must have | |
| an orphanage for | |
| all these things that | |
| nobody wants any more | |
| September is reminding July | |
| it's time to be saying goodbye | |
| summer is gone | |
| but our love will remain | |
| like old broken bicycles | |
| out in the rain | |
| broken bicycles | |
| don't tell my folks | |
| there's all those playing cards | |
| pinned to the spokes | |
| laid down like skeletons | |
| out on the lawn | |
| the wheels won't turn | |
| when the other has gone | |
| the seasons can turn on a dime | |
| somehow I forget every time | |
| for all the things that | |
| you've given me | |
| will always stay | |
| broken but I'll never throw them away |
| zuo ci : | |
| Broken bicycles | |
| old busted chains | |
| with rusted handlebars | |
| out in the rain | |
| somebody must have | |
| an orphanage for | |
| all these things that | |
| nobody wants any more | |
| September is reminding July | |
| it' s time to be saying goodbye | |
| summer is gone | |
| but our love will remain | |
| like old broken bicycles | |
| out in the rain | |
| broken bicycles | |
| don' t tell my folks | |
| there' s all those playing cards | |
| pinned to the spokes | |
| laid down like skeletons | |
| out on the lawn | |
| the wheels won' t turn | |
| when the other has gone | |
| the seasons can turn on a dime | |
| somehow I forget every time | |
| for all the things that | |
| you' ve given me | |
| will always stay | |
| broken but I' ll never throw them away |
| zuò cí : | |
| Broken bicycles | |
| old busted chains | |
| with rusted handlebars | |
| out in the rain | |
| somebody must have | |
| an orphanage for | |
| all these things that | |
| nobody wants any more | |
| September is reminding July | |
| it' s time to be saying goodbye | |
| summer is gone | |
| but our love will remain | |
| like old broken bicycles | |
| out in the rain | |
| broken bicycles | |
| don' t tell my folks | |
| there' s all those playing cards | |
| pinned to the spokes | |
| laid down like skeletons | |
| out on the lawn | |
| the wheels won' t turn | |
| when the other has gone | |
| the seasons can turn on a dime | |
| somehow I forget every time | |
| for all the things that | |
| you' ve given me | |
| will always stay | |
| broken but I' ll never throw them away |