LRC歌词
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[00:08.16]Well sit right down my wicked son
[00:11.49]And let me tell you a story
[00:14.37]About the boy who fell from glory
[00:17.49]And how he was a wicked son
[00:20.82]This ain't no holiday
[00:24.78]But it always turn out this way
[00:29.94]Here I am with my hand
[00:37.65]He took his sister from his head
[00:40.62]And then painted her on the sheets
[00:43.38]And then rolled her up in grass and trees
[00:46.47]And they kissed till they were dead
[00:50.40]This ain't no holiday
[00:55.92]But it always turns out this way
[00:59.58]Here I am with my hand
[01:07.05]Well sit right down my evil son
[01:10.53]And let me tell you a story
[01:13.59]About the boy who fell from glory
[01:16.38]And how he was a wicked son
[01:20.01]This ain't no holiday oh no
[01:25.83]But it always turns out this way
[01:29.28]Here I am with my hand
[01:41.19]This ain't no holiday
[01:43.68]But it always turns out this way
[01:50.55]Here I am with my hand
[ar:]
[al:]
[by:时间戳工具V2.0_20200810]
[offset:0]
[00:08.16]Well sit right down my wicked son
[00:11.49]And let me tell you a story
[00:14.37]About the boy who fell from glory
[00:17.49]And how he was a wicked son
[00:20.82]This ain't no holiday
[00:24.78]But it always turn out this way
[00:29.94]Here I am with my hand
[00:37.65]He took his sister from his head
[00:40.62]And then painted her on the sheets
[00:43.38]And then rolled her up in grass and trees
[00:46.47]And they kissed till they were dead
[00:50.40]This ain't no holiday
[00:55.92]But it always turns out this way
[00:59.58]Here I am with my hand
[01:07.05]Well sit right down my evil son
[01:10.53]And let me tell you a story
[01:13.59]About the boy who fell from glory
[01:16.38]And how he was a wicked son
[01:20.01]This ain't no holiday oh no
[01:25.83]But it always turns out this way
[01:29.28]Here I am with my hand
[01:41.19]This ain't no holiday
[01:43.68]But it always turns out this way
[01:50.55]Here I am with my hand
文本歌词
Well sit right down my wicked son
And let me tell you a story
About the boy who fell from glory
And how he was a wicked son
This ain't no holiday
But it always turn out this way
Here I am with my hand
He took his sister from his head
And then painted her on the sheets
And then rolled her up in grass and trees
And they kissed till they were dead
This ain't no holiday
But it always turns out this way
Here I am with my hand
Well sit right down my evil son
And let me tell you a story
About the boy who fell from glory
And how he was a wicked son
This ain't no holiday oh no
But it always turns out this way
Here I am with my hand
This ain't no holiday
But it always turns out this way
Here I am with my hand