00:00/00:00
外链地址
https://www.eemp3.com/audiofile/441bc50b5ab74adfb888b76c6ccf7cf3.mp3
点击复制Dusty light on the table
Through the window trees
Mother she clean the bloody knees
I strict came claim from a neighbor child
By the solemn machinery
A burden bed sats then
Holding here the heavy edge
Blurred stream face the breathing thing
Sunday morning come slowly
In to the afternoon
A boy he sleeps in his winter room
A father he feels the face
And all his breaking light
It could come
It could come
Hhhhmmmmm hm hmmmm
Hhhhmmmmm hm hmmmm
Through the open door
Through the wooden heart
Lifting my bend head
And takes me to the bed
The bed
The bed
The bed
其他人正在听的歌