发布于：2009年
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歌词
Those Dancing Days Are Gone
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Come, let me sing into your ear;
Those dancing days are gone,
All that silk and satin gear;
Crouch upon a stone,
Wrapping that foul body up
In as foul a rag:
I carry the sun in a golden cup.
The moon in a silver bag.
I carry the sun in a golden cup.
The moon in a silver bag.
Curse as you may I sing it through;
What matter if the knave
That the most could pleasure you,
The children that he gave,
Are somewhere sleeping like a top
Under a marble flag?
I carry the sun in a golden cup.
The moon in a silver bag.
I carry the sun in a golden cup.
The moon in a silver bag.
Come, let me sing into your ear;
Those dancing days are gone,
All that silk and satin gear;
Crouch upon a stone,
Wrapping that foul body up
In as foul a rag:
I carry the sun in a golden cup.
The moon in a silver bag.
I carry the sun in a golden cup.
The moon in a silver bag.
Those Dancing Days Are Gone
Come, let me sing into your ear;
Those dancing days are gone,
All that silk and satin gear;
Crouch upon a stone,
Wrapping that foul body up
In as foul a rag:
I carry the sun in a golden cup.
The moon in a silver bag.
Those Dancing Days Are Gone
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Come, let me sing into your ear;
Those dancing days are gone,
All that silk and satin gear;
Crouch upon a stone,
Wrapping that foul body up
In as foul a rag:
I carry the sun in a golden cup.
The moon in a silver bag.
I carry the sun in a golden cup.
The moon in a silver bag.
Curse as you may I sing it through;
What matter if the knave
That the most could pleasure you,
The children that he gave,
Are somewhere sleeping like a top
Under a marble flag?
I carry the sun in a golden cup.
The moon in a silver bag.
I carry the sun in a golden cup.
The moon in a silver bag.
Come, let me sing into your ear;
Those dancing days are gone,
All that silk and satin gear;
Crouch upon a stone,
Wrapping that foul body up
In as foul a rag:
I carry the sun in a golden cup.
The moon in a silver bag.
I carry the sun in a golden cup.
The moon in a silver bag.
Those Dancing Days Are Gone
Come, let me sing into your ear;
Those dancing days are gone,
All that silk and satin gear;
Crouch upon a stone,
Wrapping that foul body up
In as foul a rag:
I carry the sun in a golden cup.
The moon in a silver bag.
Those Dancing Days Are Gone
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lrc 歌词
[ti:Those Dancing Days Are Gone] [ar:Carla Bruni] [al:No Promises] [by:永遠最愛荷荷的Sn.] [offset:500] [02:50.82][01:42.85][00:00.00]Those Dancing Days Are Gone [03:25.54][00:03.00]№№ [02:04.09][01:09.59][00:03.38]Come, let me sing into your ear; [02:07.61][01:12.70][00:07.61]Those dancing days are gone, [02:16.74][01:15.79][00:10.19]All that silk and satin gear; [02:20.93][01:18.72][00:13.14]Crouch upon a stone, [02:28.86][01:22.29][00:16.25]Wrapping that foul body up [02:31.82][01:26.02][00:19.19]In as foul a rag: [02:41.03][01:34.48][01:26.08][00:28.00][00:21.85]I carry the sun in a golden cup. [02:45.11][01:38.03][01:31.96][00:31.37][00:25.40]The moon in a silver bag. [00:36.62]Curse as you may I sing it through; [00:40.53]What matter if the knave [00:43.40]That the most could pleasure you, [00:46.45]The children that he gave, [00:49.44]Are somewhere sleeping like a top [00:52.48]Under a marble flag? [01:01.29][00:54.82]I carry the sun in a golden cup. [01:04.88][00:58.72]The moon in a silver bag.
