[00:00.00] 作曲 : Mark Knopfler
[00:37.08]These tables are haunted
[00:39.39]By the ghost of las vegas
[00:41.01]
[00:44.20]Their chips were once mountains
[00:46.51]But they came here to play
[00:48.71]
[00:52.28]They could take me if they wanted
[00:54.73]But I have nothing worth counting
[00:56.57]
[00:59.39]And like the sands of nevada
[01:01.01]
[01:01.69]They go drifting away
[01:03.19]
[01:07.73]Lady lucks still a mystery
[01:10.16]With her head on my shoulder
[01:12.32]
[01:15.26]And I dont know why
[01:17.23]I still want her to dance
[01:19.44]
[01:23.66]I guess thats all history
[01:25.59]What it is is a Im older
[01:27.93]
[01:30.65]And Im still a fool
[01:32.28]For a one-way romance
[01:35.04]
[01:38.61]Her dice were red rubies
[01:40.88]They rolled and they tumbled
[01:43.06]
[01:46.97]And I never saw time
[01:48.60]
[01:49.17]Running out with my roll
[01:51.69]
[01:55.30]And in the wasteland of cut glass
[01:57.83]My dreams were crumbled
[01:59.39]
[02:02.40]And Ive paid with whatever
[02:04.59]I had left for a soul
[02:06.65]
[02:33.47]Now the dawns broken even
[02:35.97]On a empty horizon
[02:38.06]
[02:40.86]No reason for folding
[02:43.06]No reason to stay
[02:45.39]
[02:49.02]Its too soon to be leaving
[02:51.49]Too late for criticising
[02:53.87]
[02:56.30]And the sands of nevada
[02:58.42]They go drifting away

作曲 : Mark Knopfler
These tables are haunted
By the ghost of las vegas
Their chips were once mountains
But they came here to play
They could take me if they wanted
But I have nothing worth counting
And like the sands of nevada
They go drifting away
Lady lucks still a mystery
With her head on my shoulder
And I dont know why
I still want her to dance
I guess thats all history
What it is is a Im older
And Im still a fool
For a one-way romance
Her dice were red rubies
They rolled and they tumbled
And I never saw time
Running out with my roll
And in the wasteland of cut glass
My dreams were crumbled
And Ive paid with whatever
I had left for a soul
Now the dawns broken even
On a empty horizon
No reason for folding
No reason to stay
Its too soon to be leaving
Too late for criticising
And the sands of nevada
They go drifting away