Sarah Vaughan - Gloomy Sunday伴奏

Sunday is gloomy; my hours are slumber-less Dearest, the shadows I live with are numberless Little white flowers will never awaken you Not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you Angels have no thought of ever returning you Would they be angry

Gloomy Sunday Sunday is gloomy My hours are slumberless Dearest the shadows I live with are numberless Little white flowers Will never awaken you Not where the black coach Of sorrow has taken you Angels have no thought Of ever returning you Would the

GLOOMY SUNDAY Sunday is Gloomy, My hours are slumberless, Dearest, the shadows I live with are numberless Little white flowers will never awaken you Not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you Angels have no thought of ever returning you Would

Gloomy Sunday Sarah Brightman Sunday is Gloomy My hours are slumberless Dearest, the shadows I live with are numberless Little white flowers will never awaken you Not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you Angels have no thought of ever return

作词:林夕 作曲:Sam M Lewis/Rezso Seress/Laszlo Javor 编曲:陈辉阳/陈锦标 明无了期 沉睡也是种福气 烛光与诗歌与感想我早预备 钟声里鲜花似灰烬散落一地 这双脚这么重 终于不必着地 同伴别好奇 能令你们都伤悲 我突然欢喜 就这样长睡不起 Gloomy Sunday 来日了期 存在有甚么惊喜 你在何处 在浮生的我多妒忌 蒲公英要枯死至飞得到目的地 升起了的 亲爱的 总有一天堕地 无恨无爱 神父别要为此泄气 挂念谁 永别离 到最后亦一起 Gloomy Sund

[ti:Gloomy Sunday] [00:18:00]Sunday is gloomy ! 星期天是令人沮丧的! [00:23:00]My hours are slumberless.我的末日即将来临. [00:27:00]Dearest,the shadows I live with are numberless.我最亲爱的,我生活的庇护所无穷无尽. [00:36:00]Little white flowers will never awaken you.白色的小花将不再能唤醒你. [00

Christian Death - Gloomy Sunday (Atrocities) Sunday is gloomy, My hours are slumberless Dearest the shadows I live with are numberless Little white flowers Will never awaken you Not where the black coach Of sorrow has taken you Sunday is gloomy, With

sunday is gloomy, 绝望的星期天, my hours are slumberless, 我的时间在沉睡, dearest, the shadows i live with are numberless , 亲爱的,我生活在无数暗影中 little white flowers will never awaken you , 白色的小花将不再能唤醒你 not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you 黑色的悲伤灵车!带走了你 ange

Gloomy Sunday (L. Javor / R. Seress / Lewis) Sunday is gloomy, My hours are slumberless, Dearest the shadows I live with are numberless Little white flowers will never awaken you Not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you Angels have no though

Sunday is gloomy My hours are slumberless Dearest the shadows I live with are numberless Little white flowers Will never awaken you Not where the black coach Of sorrow has taken you Angels have no thoughts Of ever returning you Would they be angry If

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 Sunday is Gloomy, My hours are slumberless, Dearest, the shadows I live with are numberless Little white flowers will never awaken you Not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you Angels have no thought of ever returning you would they be angr

Sarah Vaughan - Fly Me to the Moon Fly me to the moon and Let me play among the stars Let me see what spring is like On Jupiter and Mars In other words hold my hand In other words darling kiss me Fill my heart with song And let me sing forever more Y

Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high There's a land that I heard of once in a lullaby Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue And the dreams that you dare to dream Really do come true Someday I'll wish upon a star and wake up where the clouds a

Picture me upon your knee Just tea for two and two for tea Just me for you and you for me alone Nobody near us to see us or hear us No friends or relations on weekend vacations We won't have it known That we own a telephone Day will break and I'll aw

It begins to tell 'round midnight 'Round midnight I do pretty well 'til after sundown Suppertime I'm feeling sad But it really gets bad 'round midnight Memories always start 'round midnight 'Round midnight Haven't got the heart to stand those memorie

April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom Holiday tables under the trees April in Paris, this is a feeling No one can ever reprise I never knew the charm of spring Never met it face to face I never new my heart could sing Never missed a warm embrace Till

Sunday is Gloomy, My hours are slumberless, Dearest, the shadows I live with are numberless Little white flowers will never awaken you Not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you Angels have no thought of ever returning you Would they be angry

[ti:The Thrill Is Gone] [ar:Sarah Vaughan] [al:Vaughan And Violins] [by:] [offset:0] [00:01.22]The thrill is gone [00:11.92]The thrill is gone [00:20.26] [00:21.60]I can see it in your eyes [00:28.50] [00:29.57]I can hear it in your sighs [00:37.49]F

Sarah Vaughan - And I Love Her (And I Love Him) I give him all my love, that's all I do And if you saw my love, you'd love him too I love him He gives me everything, and tenderly The kiss my lover brings, he brings to me And I love him A love like ou