Prickly Thorn, But Sweetly Worn
The White Stripes
Prickly Thorn, But Sweetly Worn 歌詞
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The White Stripes - St. Andrew (This Battle Is In The Air)
Singing
Li De Li De Li Oh Oh
Well A Li De Li De Li Oh Oh
Li De Li De Li Oh Oh
Well A Li De Li De Li Oh Oh
Well the hills are pretty and rollin'
But the thorn is sharp and swollen
And the man plays a beautiful whistle
But he wears a prickly thistle
Singing
Li De Li De Li Oh Oh
Well A Li De Li De Li Oh Oh
Li De Li De Li Oh Oh
Well A Li De Li De Li Oh Oh
The silver birches pierce through an icy fog
Which covers the ground most daily
And the angels which carry St. Andrew high
Are singing a tune most gaily
One sound can hold back a thousand hands
When the pipe plays a tune forlorn
And the thistle is a prickly flower
Aye, But how it is sweetly worn
[01:37.85]Singing
[02:35.11][01:38.13]Li De Li De Li Oh Oh
[02:38.18][01:41.76]Well A Li De Li De Li Oh Oh
[02:42.47] [01:46.11]Li De Li De Li Oh Oh
[02:45.81][01:50.09]Well A Li De Li De Li Oh Oh
