โหลดเพลง mp3 Danny Boy - Rufus Wainwright

Danny Boy - Rufus Wainwright
Your skin is cold
But the sun shines within your hold

Your hair is gold,
but you see through a goldfish bowl

I feel old, sick and tired

We walk the streets, gently staring
wondering what to do

The sun in sheets,
pouring down those streets
to eyes green and blue
And a ship with eight sails
Could come round the bend
Or a herd of bulls charging stop lights red
I'd be blind
you broke my heart danny boy

Not your fault danny boy
I was hanged at the doorstep,
Played like a two to a fourset
Had like poor job in the Bible by god

Day comes I wake,

I wake with a hard heartache

I go down to your place

We sit and chat chat about new york
And trips to the bayou

My smile a trick tricking me
And trying not to scare you
And a ship with eight sails
Could come round the ben
Or a herd of bulls charging stop lights red
I'd be blind
you broke my heart danny boy

Not your fault danny boy
I was hanged at the doorstep,
Played like a two to a fourset
Had like poor job in the Bible by god

firse I was hanged at the doorstep,
Had like a two to a fourset

Played like poor job in the Bible by god