All the leaves have turned to leather
Withered like a dark balloon
Oh, I hear no robin sing
Ushered with the shower still
Oh, the rain falls off the leaves
And a rim of shady light
It forms these patterns on my hands
I can see your ring
Is it camouflaged or etched
Tell the king
To me this errand sent
To call such a hole
In the kingdom of the Lord
That we are afraid
Where there is no fear
Oh, he fell into a slumber
And did not wake until the dawn
To see a band of orange clouds
Cross the middle of the sky
Oh, he got into a fluster
He felt a tightening in his leg
With such finesse he waived a hornet
From a wine glass
And tiny fluffs of the feathered life
And you wander forth with your insolence and wine
To your fruitless mourn to them that cannot hear
And what the **** am I doing here
In the ghettos of Chicago
Inside the game hens
Were the giblets in a plastic bag
A cocktail which consisted
Of his gin and her vermouth
Garnished together with the pearl onions
Dying eyes gleamed forth their ashy light
Tiny fluffs of the feathered life
And you wander forth with your insolence and wine
To your fruitless mourn to them that cannot hear
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:01.05]All the leaves have turned to leather
[00:10.92]Withered like a dark balloon
[00:13.05]Oh, I hear no robin sing
[00:20.28]Ushered with the shower still
[00:21.99]Oh, the rain falls off the leaves
[00:28.56]And a rim of shady light
[00:31.74]It forms these patterns on my hands
[00:38.97]I can see your ring
[00:39.45]Is it camouflaged or etched
[00:39.99]Tell the king
[00:40.26]To me this errand sent
[00:45.60]To call such a hole
[00:52.44]In the kingdom of the Lord
[00:54.57]That we are afraid
[00:55.05]Where there is no fear
[00:55.77]Oh, he fell into a slumber
[01:08.49]And did not wake until the dawn
[01:15.69]To see a band of orange clouds
[01:17.64]Cross the middle of the sky
[01:25.50]Oh, he got into a fluster
[01:26.70]He felt a tightening in his leg
[01:28.59]With such finesse he waived a hornet
[01:35.67]From a wine glass
[01:44.28]And tiny fluffs of the feathered life
[01:46.32]And you wander forth with your insolence and wine
[01:55.95]To your fruitless mourn to them that cannot hear
[01:56.91]And what the **** am I doing here
[02:11.91]In the ghettos of Chicago
[02:19.95]Inside the game hens
[02:21.15]Were the giblets in a plastic bag
[02:30.03]A cocktail which consisted
[02:31.32]Of his gin and her vermouth
[02:37.68]Garnished together with the pearl onions
[02:48.27]Dying eyes gleamed forth their ashy light
[02:56.10]Tiny fluffs of the feathered life
[03:04.92]And you wander forth with your insolence and wine
[03:43.32]To your fruitless mourn to them that cannot hear
All the leaves have turned to leather
Withered like a dark balloon
Oh, I hear no robin sing
Ushered with the shower still
Oh, the rain falls off the leaves
And a rim of shady light
It forms these patterns on my hands
I can see your ring
Is it camouflaged or etched
Tell the king
To me this errand sent
To call such a hole
In the kingdom of the Lord
That we are afraid
Where there is no fear
Oh, he fell into a slumber
And did not wake until the dawn
To see a band of orange clouds
Cross the middle of the sky
Oh, he got into a fluster
He felt a tightening in his leg
With such finesse he waived a hornet
From a wine glass
And tiny fluffs of the feathered life
And you wander forth with your insolence and wine
To your fruitless mourn to them that cannot hear
And what the **** am I doing here
In the ghettos of Chicago
Inside the game hens
Were the giblets in a plastic bag
A cocktail which consisted
Of his gin and her vermouth
Garnished together with the pearl onions
Dying eyes gleamed forth their ashy light
Tiny fluffs of the feathered life
And you wander forth with your insolence and wine
To your fruitless mourn to them that cannot hear
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:01.05]All the leaves have turned to leather
[00:10.92]Withered like a dark balloon
[00:13.05]Oh, I hear no robin sing
[00:20.28]Ushered with the shower still
[00:21.99]Oh, the rain falls off the leaves
[00:28.56]And a rim of shady light
[00:31.74]It forms these patterns on my hands
[00:38.97]I can see your ring
[00:39.45]Is it camouflaged or etched
[00:39.99]Tell the king
[00:40.26]To me this errand sent
[00:45.60]To call such a hole
[00:52.44]In the kingdom of the Lord
[00:54.57]That we are afraid
[00:55.05]Where there is no fear
[00:55.77]Oh, he fell into a slumber
[01:08.49]And did not wake until the dawn
[01:15.69]To see a band of orange clouds
[01:17.64]Cross the middle of the sky
[01:25.50]Oh, he got into a fluster
[01:26.70]He felt a tightening in his leg
[01:28.59]With such finesse he waived a hornet
[01:35.67]From a wine glass
[01:44.28]And tiny fluffs of the feathered life
[01:46.32]And you wander forth with your insolence and wine
[01:55.95]To your fruitless mourn to them that cannot hear
[01:56.91]And what the **** am I doing here
[02:11.91]In the ghettos of Chicago
[02:19.95]Inside the game hens
[02:21.15]Were the giblets in a plastic bag
[02:30.03]A cocktail which consisted
[02:31.32]Of his gin and her vermouth
[02:37.68]Garnished together with the pearl onions
[02:48.27]Dying eyes gleamed forth their ashy light
[02:56.10]Tiny fluffs of the feathered life
[03:04.92]And you wander forth with your insolence and wine
[03:43.32]To your fruitless mourn to them that cannot hear
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