Sunday

Why does the very thought of you make my heart sing So that birds suddenly appear like in spring? Why does every touch of you sets my soul on fire And fill my loving heart with such desire? Cause with you every day is Sunday I hate rainy days and Mon

歌曲:Sunday(中英对照) 歌手:Sia 专辑:Colour The Small One 歌词制作: Max For those who`ve slept for those who`ve kept 那些睡着的人们 那些努力撑着的人们 Themselves jacked up How Jesus wept Sunday Sunday 主在哭泣 星期天...星期天 For those in need for those who speed 那些穷苦挣扎的人们 那些无法放慢脚步的人们 For t

Sunday, bloody Sunday Sunday, bloody Sunday I can't believe the news today I can't close my eyes and make it go away How long? How long must we sing this song? How long? How long? Tonight we can be as one, tonight Broken bottles under children's feet

防卫了剑 措手不及的却是 伤人语言 绕了一圈又一圈 找不到蓝天 反覆的掩饰的气味 说别问她是谁 笔尖在纸上断了思念 断了线 眼泪的咸爱过的甜 混合你相片在我房间 我们之间已经遥远 Sunday 专辑:傻孩子 歌手:阎韦伶 歌曲:Sunday

[credits] Flute: Ray Warleigh Bass: Dave Pegg Drums: Mike Kowalski All tracks by Nick Drake All brass and string arrangements by Robert Kirby Engieer: Joe Wood Produced by Joe Boyd for Witchseason Productions Ltd. 专辑:Bryter Layter 歌手:Nick Drake 歌曲:Su

[ti:] [ar:] [al:] [00:00.00]Title:Sunday [00:01.12]Artist:Kilians [00:02.45]Album:Kill The Kilians [00:03.26]Time:2007 [00:04.27]Edit By:manutdr08 [00:05.43] [00:07.01]I love this intro~~ [00:25.35] [00:26.44]It sounds like you're leaving me behind [

Sunday Hurts There are times when we question the things we know? Never thought that the cracks will begin to show We both know love is not that easy I wish I'd known that it would be this hard to be alone. Please, come home! Loveless nights, they se

[ti:Sunday] [ar:阎韦伶] [al:傻孩子] [00:02.54]Sunday - 阎韦伶 [00:04.53] [00:06.73]作词:杨子锋 作曲:杨子锋 [00:08.68] [00:23.21]防卫了剑 措手不及的却是 伤人语言 [00:31.72]绕了一圈又一圈 找不到蓝天 [00:44.97] [00:45.24]反复的掩饰的气味 说别问她是谁 [00:56.43]笔尖在纸上断了思念断了线 [01:07.88]眼泪的咸爱过的甜 混合你相片在我房间 [01:19.03]

Sunday,Lovely Sunday Edited by RockRabbit Sundays are slow Never pretentious, oh no Silent and closed And we don@t really have to know Where to go Holding hands with the one I love She wears mittens, I wear gloves There must be someone above Holding