Spoonful

[ti:SPOON] [ar:河村隆一] [al:] [00:22.19]作詞:河村隆一 [00:24.19]作曲:河村隆一 [00:26.19]編曲:河村隆一 [05:12.52][04:48.29][03:17.39][01:50.16][00:28.19] [00:30.19]I Say 僕らは鮮やかな [00:35.98]キラメキをずっと 眺めていたんだ [00:40.10]I Say 振り返る時間さえ [00:45.75]忘れる様に めくるめくページは進んだ [00:50.20]揺らい

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 if

It could be a spoonsful of diamonds, Could be a spoonful of gold, Just a little spoon of your precious love, Satisfies my soul. Men lies about little, Some of them cries about little, Some of them dies about little, Everything fight about little spoo

Could fill spoons full of diamonds, Could fill spoons full of gold. Just a little spoon of your precious love Will satisfy my soul. [Chorus:] Men lies about it. Some of them cries about it. Some of them dies about it. Everything's a-fightin' about th

Submit Lyrics Your name will be printed as part of the credit when your lyric is approved. 专辑:The Individualism of Gil Evans 歌手:Gil Evans 歌曲:Spoonful [#/*]

It could be a spoonful of diamonds It could be a spoonful of gold Just a little spoon of your precious love Will satisfy my soul Women die for that spoonful And men cry for that spoonful Yeah women lie for that spoonful Yeah and men sigh for that spo

Could be a spoonful of diamonds Could be a spoonful of gold Just a little spoon of your precious love Will satisfied my soul Men lies about it Some of them cries about it Some of them dies about it Everybody's fighting about spoonful That spoon, that

It could be a spoonful of diamonds It could be a spoonful of gold Just a little spoon of your precious love Will satisfy my soul Women die for that spoonful And men cry for that spoonful Yeah women lie for that spoonful Yeah and men sigh for that spo

Could fill spoons full of diamonds, Could fill spoons full of gold. Just a little spoon of your precious love Will satisfy my soul. Men lies about it. Some of them cries about it. Some of them dies about it. Everything's a-fightin' about the spoonful