hall Deep down in a hollow log Coming home like a letter bomb Cold was the storm That covered the night Call a doctor, call a ghost Put a fire into
the soul, the soul of a man? Beat my bones against the wall Put a bank note on your bond Gris Gris and a goldenrod Down deep in a hollow log Cold was
译文: 贝克. 一个人的灵魂.
makes the soul, the soul of a man? Beat my bones against the wall Put a bank note on your bond Gris Gris and a goldenrod Down deep in a hollow log Cold
tongue Pieces of tortilla Got stuck in my throat And the stains on my clothes Burned a hole through my coat My stomach was a'tremblin' And I broke out in a
