标题:Song For Sonny Liston (Acoustic)
艺人:Mark Knopfler
附注:
Actual Marky does not sound like a trumpet.
I had to cut some of the lines slightly because of an
annoying character limit so the words aren't entirely
complete.
节拍:
Moderate ♩ = 90
音轨:
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Guitar - 钢弦吉他 Acoustic Guitar(steel)
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Marky - 小号 Trumpet
注释:
Marky usually starts with some improv blues.
He never uses all the verses for an acoustic gig.
(One for Sonny Liston)
So many mouths to feed on the farm....
Sonny was the second to the last one born...
His Momma ran away and his Daddy beat him bad...
He grew-up wild, good love he never had...
He had a left like Henry's hammer...
A right like Betty Bamalam...
Rolled with the muggers in the dark and dread...
And all them sluggers went down like lead.
He hung with the hoods he wouldn't stroke the fans
But he had dynamite in both his hands
Boom, bamma like the slammer door
The bell and the can and the bodies on the floor
Beware, the bear's in town
Somebody's money says the bear's goin' down
Yeah, the bear never smiles
Sonny going down for miles and miles
Sonny going down for miles and miles
The writers didn't like him, the fight game jocks
With his low-life backers and his hands like rocks
They didn't wanna have a bogeyman
They didn't like him and he didn't like them
Black Cadillac, alligator boots
Money in the pockets of his sharkskin suits
Some say "the bear took a flop"
They couldn't believe it when they saw him drop
He had a left like Henry's hammer
A right like Betty Bamalam...
Rolled with the muggers in the dark and dread...
And all them sluggers went down like lead.
Joe Louis was his hero he tried to be the same
But a criminal child wears a ball and chain
Civil rights people didn't want him on the throne
The cops and the hacks wouldn't leave him alone
Beware, the bear's in town
Somebody's money says the bear's goin' down
Yeah, the bear never smiles
Sonny going down for miles and miles
Sonny going down for miles and miles
At the foot of his bed with his feet on the floor
Dope in his veins and a pistol on the drawers
Weren't no investigation as such
He hated needles but he knew too much
Criss-crossed, on his back
Scars from his Daddy like a slavery track
The second-last child was the second-last King
Never again was it the same in the ring
He had a left like Henry's hammer
A right like Betty Bamalam...
Rolled with the muggers in the dark and dread...
And all them sluggers went down like lead.
They never could be sure about the day he was born
A motherless child set to workin' on the farm
They never could be sure about the day he died
The bear was the King that they cast aside
Beware, the bear's in town
Somebody's money says the bear's goin' down
Yeah, the bear never smiles
Sonny going down for miles and miles
Sonny going down for miles and miles
