作曲 : Bruce Springsteen Godmother, when I die, make of my clay a jar And when you are thirsty, drink from it And if you feel a shadow, a shadow touching your lips It's the kisses of your charro Pull the leather strip from your hair And your black tresses fall upon the dark skin of your shoulders Your dress embroidered with gold Moves like a choir of young girls, scarcely touching the ground My rope winds as the smoke rises Burning the horn of my saddle My rope winds as the evening sun sets And we bring in the cattle The traditions of the Charro are the same eternally No matter how much the horse changes No matter how much the horseman may want The cola is always the cola, the terna, the terna, the pial, the pial My rope winds as the smoke rises Burning the horn of my saddle My rope winds as the evening sun sets And we bring in the cattle For two seasons, I've picked the lettuce in Salinas The prunes in Santa Clara The oranges from the Ontario trees I've traded in my leather for the denim of my campesinos Godmother, I'll return home soon, you'll see And tonight in my dreams My rope winds as smoke rises Burning the horn of my saddle My rope winds as the evening sun sets And we bring in the cattle Godmother, when I die, make of my clay a jar And when you are thirsty, drink from it
[00:00.000] 作曲 : Bruce Springsteen [00:27.683]Godmother, when I die, make of my clay a jar [00:35.388]And when you are thirsty, drink from it [00:41.131]And if you feel a shadow, a shadow touching your lips [00:49.968]It's the kisses of your charro [00:56.862]Pull the leather strip from your hair [01:01.703]And your black tresses fall upon the dark skin of your shoulders [01:10.885]Your dress embroidered with gold [01:15.669]Moves like a choir of young girls, scarcely touching the ground [01:23.604]My rope winds as the smoke rises [01:30.372]Burning the horn of my saddle [01:33.082]My rope winds as the evening sun sets [01:39.531]And we bring in the cattle [01:45.155]The traditions of the Charro are the same eternally [01:53.620]No matter how much the horse changes [01:58.315]No matter how much the horseman may want [02:03.264]The cola is always the cola, the terna, the terna, the pial, the pial [02:13.942]My rope winds as the smoke rises [02:20.600]Burning the horn of my saddle [02:23.457]My rope winds as the evening sun sets [02:29.760]And we bring in the cattle [02:48.562]For two seasons, I've picked the lettuce in Salinas [02:53.674]The prunes in Santa Clara [02:57.084]The oranges from the Ontario trees [03:02.809]I've traded in my leather for the denim of my campesinos [03:11.666]Godmother, I'll return home soon, you'll see [03:16.512]And tonight in my dreams [03:20.342]My rope winds as smoke rises [03:26.905]Burning the horn of my saddle [03:29.786]My rope winds as the evening sun sets [03:36.012]And we bring in the cattle [03:41.989]Godmother, when I die, make of my clay a jar [03:49.715]And when you are thirsty, drink from it
