Afraid - to grade Wouldn't it be fun? Cross, self loss (Alt: Cross, says floss) Wouldn't it be fun? Wet your bed Wouldn't it be fun? Sun felt numb (Alt: Some fear none) Wouldn't it be fun? Your eyes ... Teacher said, Your eyes ... Teacher said, Your eyes ... Teacher said, Preacher said "Don't have nothing for you" (x7) Spell the smell Wo点击下载LRC歌词
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[ti:The Alder Trees] [ar:Alela Diane] [al:To Be Still] [by: ] [00:01.00]Alela Diane - The Alder Trees [00:02.00]LRC by lzh ,from jiangxi pingxiang [00:03.00]@ @ [00:04.00] [00:05.44]I can hear the elders whispering in words so sweet and low [00:11.50]The alder trees were listening to songs been sung before [00:16.74]My friend and I collecting skeletons of leaves [00:22.86]Making tiny piles oh and sifting through the weeds [00:28.48] [00:29.19]Wind blows the tiny green [00:33.36]Tiny green [00:35.35]Wind blows the tiny green [00:38.26]Helicopter seeds [00:41.19]Wind blows the tiny green [00:44.02]Tiny green [00:46.43]Wind blows the tiny green [00:49.71]Helicopter seeds [00:53.26] [00:54.11]Oh wandering in days unfolding with [01:00.04]hats fashioned of mud and snakeskin [01:06.06]Oh wandering in days unfolding with [01:11.99]hats fashioned of mud and snakeskin [01:17.90]Of mud and snake-skin [01:20.16] [01:21.00]As I think about the ladies who weren't allowed to sing [01:27.38]Sewing all their pretty rows of thread instead of singing [01:33.52]And what about the black braided sisters of Mariee [01:39.22]We sat upon their grinding rock as children used to be [01:44.66] [01:45.49]Beneath the knotted pine [01:49.53]Knotted pine [01:51.89]Beneath the knotted pine [01:54.64]At the garden's edge [01:57.56]Beneath the knotted pine [02:00.47]Knotted pine [02:02.81]Beneath the knotted pine [02:06.06]At the garden's edge [02:09.23] [02:10.55]Oh laughing little girls clapping [02:13.52]Ghosts weaving our hair to baskets [02:16.40]And ghosts weaving our hair to baskets [02:22.50]Oh laughing little girls clapping [02:27.51]And ghosts weaving our hair to baskets [02:33.72]Our hair to baskets [02:37.20] [02:48.52]I can hear the elders whispering in words so sweet and low [02:55.04]The alder trees were listening to songs been sung before [03:01.11]My friend and I collecting skeletons of leaves [03:07.17]Making tiny piles oh and sifting through the weeds [03:12.91]Making tiny piles oh and sifting through the weeds [03:20.00]