I keep drinking malted milk,
trying to drive my blues away.
I keep drinking malted milk,
trying to drive my blues away.
Baby, you're just as welcome to my loving as the flowers is in May.
Malted milk, malted milk,
keep rushing to my head.
Malted milk, malted milk,
keep rushing to my head.
And I have a funny, funny feeling and I'm talking all out my head.
Baby, fix me one more drink and hug your daddy one more time.
Baby, fix me one more drink and hug your daddy one more time.
Keep on stirring my malted milk, mama, until I change my mind.
My doorknob keeps on turning,
My doorknob keeps on turning,
And I have a funny, funny feeling and the hair's rising on my head.
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:08.98]I keep drinking malted milk,
[00:13.11]trying to drive my blues away.
[00:21.47]I keep drinking malted milk,
[00:25.71]trying to drive my blues away.
[00:33.85]Baby, you're just as welcome to my loving as the flowers is in May.
[00:41.58]
[00:46.56]Malted milk, malted milk,
[00:50.80]keep rushing to my head.
[00:58.99]Malted milk, malted milk,
[01:03.16]keep rushing to my head.
[01:11.35]And I have a funny, funny feeling and I'm talking all out my head.
[01:19.14]
[01:24.26]Baby, fix me one more drink and hug your daddy one more time.
[01:37.13]Baby, fix me one more drink and hug your daddy one more time.
[01:49.74]Keep on stirring my malted milk, mama, until I change my mind.
[01:58.08]
[02:41.89]My doorknob keeps on turning,
[02:56.61]My doorknob keeps on turning,
[03:11.14]And I have a funny, funny feeling and the hair's rising on my head.
[03:19.95]
[03:26.19]
I keep drinking malted milk,
trying to drive my blues away.
I keep drinking malted milk,
trying to drive my blues away.
Baby, you're just as welcome to my loving as the flowers is in May.
Malted milk, malted milk,
keep rushing to my head.
Malted milk, malted milk,
keep rushing to my head.
And I have a funny, funny feeling and I'm talking all out my head.
Baby, fix me one more drink and hug your daddy one more time.
Baby, fix me one more drink and hug your daddy one more time.
Keep on stirring my malted milk, mama, until I change my mind.
My doorknob keeps on turning,
My doorknob keeps on turning,
And I have a funny, funny feeling and the hair's rising on my head.
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:08.98]I keep drinking malted milk,
[00:13.11]trying to drive my blues away.
[00:21.47]I keep drinking malted milk,
[00:25.71]trying to drive my blues away.
[00:33.85]Baby, you're just as welcome to my loving as the flowers is in May.
[00:41.58]
[00:46.56]Malted milk, malted milk,
[00:50.80]keep rushing to my head.
[00:58.99]Malted milk, malted milk,
[01:03.16]keep rushing to my head.
[01:11.35]And I have a funny, funny feeling and I'm talking all out my head.
[01:19.14]
[01:24.26]Baby, fix me one more drink and hug your daddy one more time.
[01:37.13]Baby, fix me one more drink and hug your daddy one more time.
[01:49.74]Keep on stirring my malted milk, mama, until I change my mind.
[01:58.08]
[02:41.89]My doorknob keeps on turning,
[02:56.61]My doorknob keeps on turning,
[03:11.14]And I have a funny, funny feeling and the hair's rising on my head.
[03:19.95]
[03:26.19]
I'll Be There If You Ever Want Me）-Eric Clapton
There ain't no chains
Strong enough to hold me
Ain't no breeze big enough
To slow me
Never have seen a...
Some like this and some like that
And some don't know where it's at
If you don't get loose, if you don't groove
Well, your motor won't make it and you...
If I can reach the stars，
Pull one down for you，
Shine it on my heart
So you could see the truth:
That this love I have inside
Is everything it seems...
It's three miles to the river
That would carry me away,
And two miles to the dusty street
That I saw you on today.
It's four miles to my lonely room
W...
Lately I've been running on faith
What else can a poor boy do?
But my world will be right
When love comes over you
Lately I've been talking in my sle...
She is cryin', she is cryin'.
She's been cryin' all night long.
She's been cryin' for her one and only son.
She will weep, she will moan.
She will moa...
Gypsy woman told my mother 'fore I was born,
You got a boy-child coming, gonna be a son of a gun.
Gonna make pretty womens jump and shout,
And then ...