Salvador Sanchez - Mark Kozelek
歌曲信息
歌曲名：Salvador Sanchez
歌手：Mark Kozelek
所属专辑：Lost Verses Live
发行时间：2009-05-12
介绍：《Salvador Sanchez - Mark Kozelek》Mark Kozelek & Mark Kozelek演唱的歌曲，由未知作词、未知作曲。
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Salvador Sanchez - Mark Kozelek 文本歌词
Salvador Sanchez
Arrived and vanished
Only twenty-three with so much speed
Owning the highway
Mexico City bred so many
But none quite like him
Sweet warrior
Pure magic matador
Pancho Villa
Would never rest
'til 1925 he closed his eyes
'til Manilla stars would rise
Ghosts of the Phillipines
Choirs and angels sing
Ukelele strings play for his legend
Iloilo king
How have they gone
Fell by leather
So alone
All bound together
Benny Kid Paret
Came a good way
Climbed to the gray sky to raise his hands
Stopped by the better man
Eyes of Los Rios
Cry for sons
Lost on distant shores unforeseen horrors
Struck and delivered him
How have they gone
Fell by leather
So alone
All bound together
How have they gone
Fell by leather
So alone
All bound together
Arrived and vanished
Only twenty-three with so much speed
Owning the highway
Mexico City bred so many
But none quite like him
Sweet warrior
Pure magic matador
Pancho Villa
Would never rest
'til 1925 he closed his eyes
'til Manilla stars would rise
Ghosts of the Phillipines
Choirs and angels sing
Ukelele strings play for his legend
Iloilo king
How have they gone
Fell by leather
So alone
All bound together
Benny Kid Paret
Came a good way
Climbed to the gray sky to raise his hands
Stopped by the better man
Eyes of Los Rios
Cry for sons
Lost on distant shores unforeseen horrors
Struck and delivered him
How have they gone
Fell by leather
So alone
All bound together
How have they gone
Fell by leather
So alone
All bound together
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