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[00:00.00] 作词 : Lou Reed
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Lou Reed
[00:32.37]This is a Velvet Underground song.
[00:36.51]And what costume shall the poor girl wear
[00:48.39]To all tomorrow's parties ?
[00:48.90]A hand-me-down dress from who knows where
[00:51.15]To all tomorrow's parties
[01:16.56]And what shall she do and where will she go
[01:17.34]When midnight comes around ?
[01:17.85]She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown
[01:43.56]And cry behind the door
[01:44.64]And what costume shall the poor girl wear
[01:53.64]To all tomorrow's parties ?
[01:54.15]White silks and linens of yesterday's gowns
[02:01.59]To all tomorrow's parties
[02:28.59]And what will she do with Thursday's rags
[02:54.39]When Monday comes around ?
[02:55.23]She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown
[03:04.02]And cry behind the door
[03:04.74]And what costume shall the poor girl wear
[03:11.46]To all tomorrow's parties ?
[03:11.97]For Thursday's child is Sunday's clown
[03:12.75]For whom none will go mourning
[03:13.35]A blackened shroud, a hand-me-down gown
[03:27.78]Of rags and silks — a costume
[03:38.13]Fit for one who sits and cries
[03:38.79]For all tomorrow's parties
text lyrics
作词 : Lou Reed
作曲 : Lou Reed
This is a Velvet Underground song.
And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow's parties ?
A hand-me-down dress from who knows where
To all tomorrow's parties
And what shall she do and where will she go
When midnight comes around ?
She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown
And cry behind the door
And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow's parties ?
White silks and linens of yesterday's gowns
To all tomorrow's parties
And what will she do with Thursday's rags
When Monday comes around ?
She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown
And cry behind the door
And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow's parties ?
For Thursday's child is Sunday's clown
For whom none will go mourning
A blackened shroud, a hand-me-down gown
Of rags and silks — a costume
Fit for one who sits and cries
For all tomorrow's parties