Blackbird Raum - Crumbs歌词
下载《Crumbs文本歌词》Blackbird Raum - Crumbs
LRC by lzh, from jiangxi pingxiang
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crumbs from the table have fallen so few
so not to catch an eye
reckless and thinkless and felled to the knees
to gather before before the broom
what is left amongst the spire
that is as tall as the lowest cloud you could reckon the height of
hanging on a branch here every time (though never fell so far)
from which we lift these blistered hands only to curse
the families get nothing but porridge of maize
and shacks at the end of farms
cash crops commissioned to pay of the debt
and poisoned on the job
driving the mules to death in the wheat
then leaving us follow with leather to eat
LRC by lzh, from jiangxi pingxiang
@ www.1ting.com @
crumbs from the table have fallen so few
so not to catch an eye
reckless and thinkless and felled to the knees
to gather before before the broom
what is left amongst the spire
that is as tall as the lowest cloud you could reckon the height of
hanging on a branch here every time (though never fell so far)
from which we lift these blistered hands only to curse
the families get nothing but porridge of maize
and shacks at the end of farms
cash crops commissioned to pay of the debt
and poisoned on the job
driving the mules to death in the wheat
then leaving us follow with leather to eat
CrumbsLRC歌词
下载《CrumbsLRC歌词》[ti:Crumbs] [ar:Blackbird Raum] [al:Under The Starling Host] [by:李泽昊] [00:02.00]Blackbird Raum - Crumbs [00:03.00]LRC by lzh, from jiangxi pingxiang [00:04.00]@ www.1ting.com @ [01:41.23][00:53.00][00:05.00] [00:17.52]crumbs from the table have fallen so few [00:20.73]so not to catch an eye [00:24.00]reckless and thinkless and felled to the knees [00:27.29]to gather before before the broom [00:30.35]what is left amongst the spire [00:36.60]that is as tall as the lowest cloud you could reckon the height of [00:43.29]hanging on a branch here every time (though never fell so far) [00:48.78]from which we lift these blistered hands only to curse [01:05.13]the families get nothing but porridge of maize [01:08.78]and shacks at the end of farms [01:11.93]cash crops commissioned to pay of the debt [01:14.95]and poisoned on the job [01:17.93]driving the mules to death in the wheat [01:24.22]then leaving us follow with leather to eat [01:30.65]buried their sabers in the field and sharpen bayonets