to lose him again We'll rise above the scarlet tide That trickles down through the mountain And separates the widow from the bride We'll rise above the scarlet tide
(Elvis Costello and Henry Burnett) Well I recall his parting words Must I accept his fate? Or take myself far from this place I thought I heard a black
译文: 埃尔维斯科斯特洛. 血色潮.
: (Elvis Costello and Henry Burnett) Well I recall his parting words Must I accept his fate? Or take myself far from this place I thought I heard a
