Your native language

عربي

Arabic

عربي

简体中文

Chinese

简体中文

Nederlands

Dutch

Nederlands

Français

French

Français

Deutsch

German

Deutsch

Italiano

Italian

Italiano

日本語

Japanese

日本語

한국인

Korean

한국인

Polski

Polish

Polski

Português

Portuguese

Português

Română

Romanian

Română

Русский

Russian

Русский

Español

Spanish

Español

Türk

Turkish

Türk

Українська

Ukrainian

Українська
User Avatar


インターフェース


難易度


アクセント



インターフェース言語

ja

Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
1
登録/ログイン
Lyrkit

寄付する

5$

Lyrkit

寄付する

10$

Lyrkit

寄付する

20$

Lyrkit

そして/またはソーシャルで私をサポートしてください。ネットワーク:


Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Lambchop

The Butcher Boy

 

The Butcher Boy

(アルバム: Nixon - 2000)


She went upstairs to make her bed and not a word to her mother said
Her mother went upstairs too saying, oh, daughter, my daughter what troubles you

Oh mother, oh mother, oh mother, I can not tell
That butcher, that butcher, that boy I love so well
He courted, he courted, he courted my life away
And now at home, at home he will not stay

There is a place, a place in London town
Where that butcher, that butcher, that boy, he goes and sits down
He takes that strange, that strange girl on his knee
And tells her, and tells her, and tells her what he won't tell me

Her father, her father, her father came home from work
Saying my daughter, my daughter, my daughter, she looks so hurt
He went upstairs, upstairs to give her hope
And found her, and found her, and found her hanging from a rope

He took a knife, a knife and cut her down
And in her bosom, her bosom these words he found
Go dig a grave both wide and deep
And place a marble slab at my head and feet

And over my coffin, my coffin place a snow white dove
To warn the world, the world that I died for love

終わり

この曲の聞きなれない単語はすべてあなたが追加したのですか?