[00:00.00]90听音乐网 www.90T8.com [00:43.14]When the Byrds flew in then the dance began [00:51.27]We all were lifted up on Californian wings [00:59.90]And over London streets in the drizzling rain [01:08.03]Well we danced to the sound of Rickenbacker strings [01:16.70]It was the kickstart that our young and precious lives needed then [01:24.85]And so we started on our long and winding trail [01:52.81]We played [01:53.31]Soon we found we could fly ourselves [02:00.42]We all were lifted up on sturdy home-made wings [02:09.56]And in sixty-nine in the summertime [02:17.17]Well we danced to the sound of Swarb's flying fiddle strings [02:25.32]And all the rules and safety first were left unheeded then [02:33.96]And with the confidence of youth well we couldn't fail [02:42.12]No more [03:00.93]Now the years have flown and our lives have grown [03:09.06]And we're held aloft by torn and tattered wings [03:17.71]And over city streets in the pouring rain [03:25.86]We still dance to the sound of thumb-and-fingered strings [03:34.49]Now the screams are where our children make their music now [03:43.12]But soon enough they'll find their fledgling wings [03:50.31]And they'll play
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[00:00.00]90听音乐网 www.90T8.com[00:43.14]When the Byrds flew in then the dance began
[00:51.27]We all were lifted up on Californian wings
[00:59.90]And over London streets in the drizzling rain
[01:08.03]Well we danced to the sound of Rickenbacker strings
[01:16.70]It was the kickstart that our young and precious lives needed then
[01:24.85]And so we started on our long and winding trail
[01:52.81]We played
[01:53.31]Soon we found we could fly ourselves
[02:00.42]We all were lifted up on sturdy home-made wings
[02:09.56]And in sixty-nine in the summertime
[02:17.17]Well we danced to the sound of Swarb's flying fiddle strings
[02:25.32]And all the rules and safety first were left unheeded then
[02:33.96]And with the confidence of youth well we couldn't fail
[02:42.12]No more
[03:00.93]Now the years have flown and our lives have grown
[03:09.06]And we're held aloft by torn and tattered wings
[03:17.71]And over city streets in the pouring rain
[03:25.86]We still dance to the sound of thumb-and-fingered strings
[03:34.49]Now the screams are where our children make their music now
[03:43.12]But soon enough they'll find their fledgling wings
[03:50.31]And they'll play