歌曲名称：《Soul Love》，演唱歌手《David Bowie》，歌曲专辑《Rise and Fall Of Ziggy Stardust》，发行时间：2002年。

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Soul Love歌词完整版

歌手:David Bowie

歌词出处:www.green-wind.cn

bowie david

young americans

young americans

they pulled in just behind the fridge,

he lays he down, he frowns

"gee my life's a funny thing, am i still too young?"

he kissed her then and there,

she took his ring, took his babies

it took him minutes, took her no-where

heaven knows, she'd've taken anything, but

{chorus,*she* version}

*she* wants the young american

but *she* wants the young american

scanning life through the picture window,

she finds the slinky vagabond

he coughs as he passes up her red mustang, but

heaven forbid, she take anything

but the freak, and his type, all for nothing,

misses a step and cuts his hand. but

showing nothing, he swoops like a song

she cries "where have all papas' heroes gone?"

{chorus,*she* version}

all the way from washington,

her bread-winner begs off the bathroom floor

"we live for just these twenty years,

do we have to die for the fifty more?", had

{chorus,*he* version}

*he* wants the young american

but *he* wants the young american

do you remember

your president nixon?

do you remember

the bills you have to pay,

or even yesterday?

have you have been an un-american?

just you and your idol singing falsetto

'bout leather, leather everywhere, and

not a myth left from the ghetto

well, well, well, would you carry a razor

in case, just in case of depression?

sit on your hands on a bus of survivors,

blushing at all the afro-sheila's

ain't that close to love?

well, ain't that poster love?

well, it ain't that barbie doll,

her heart's been broken just like you have

{chorus,*you* version}

*you* wants the young american

but *you* wants the young american

you ain't a pimp and you ain't a hustler

a pimps' got a cadi and a lady got a chrysler

blacks got respect, uhh, whites got his soul train

mamas' got cramps, and look at your hands ache

i got a suite and you got defeat

ain't there a man you can say no more?, and

ain't there a woman i can sock on the jaw?, and

ain't there a child i can hold without judging?

ain't there a pen that will write before they die?

ain't you proud that you've still got faces?

ain't there one damn song that can make me

break down and cry?

{chorus,*i* version}

*i* wants the young american

but *i* wants the young american

Soul Love的英文歌词

ge shou :David Bowie

ge ci chu chu :www.green-wind.cn

bowie david

young americans

young americans

they pulled in just behind the fridge,

he lays he down, he frowns

"gee my life's a funny thing, am i still too young?"

he kissed her then and there,

she took his ring, took his babies

it took him minutes, took her no-where

heaven knows, she'd've taken anything, but

{chorus,*she* version}

*she* wants the young american

but *she* wants the young american

scanning life through the picture window,

she finds the slinky vagabond

he coughs as he passes up her red mustang, but

heaven forbid, she take anything

but the freak, and his type, all for nothing,

misses a step and cuts his hand. but

showing nothing, he swoops like a song

she cries "where have all papas' heroes gone?"

{chorus,*she* version}

all the way from washington,

her bread-winner begs off the bathroom floor

"we live for just these twenty years,

do we have to die for the fifty more?", had

{chorus,*he* version}

*he* wants the young american

but *he* wants the young american

do you remember

your president nixon?

do you remember

the bills you have to pay,

or even yesterday?

have you have been an un-american?

just you and your idol singing falsetto

'bout leather, leather everywhere, and

not a myth left from the ghetto

well, well, well, would you carry a razor

in case, just in case of depression?

sit on your hands on a bus of survivors,

blushing at all the afro-sheila's

ain't that close to love?

well, ain't that poster love?

well, it ain't that barbie doll,

her heart's been broken just like you have

{chorus,*you* version}

*you* wants the young american

but *you* wants the young american

you ain't a pimp and you ain't a hustler

a pimps' got a cadi and a lady got a chrysler

blacks got respect, uhh, whites got his soul train

mamas' got cramps, and look at your hands ache

i got a suite and you got defeat

ain't there a man you can say no more?, and

ain't there a woman i can sock on the jaw?, and

ain't there a child i can hold without judging?

ain't there a pen that will write before they die?

ain't you proud that you've still got faces?

ain't there one damn song that can make me

break down and cry?

{chorus,*i* version}

*i* wants the young american

but *i* wants the young american

Soul LoveLRC歌词（简体）

bowie david

young americans

young americans

they pulled in just behind the fridge,

he lays he down, he frowns

"gee my life's a funny thing, am i still too young?"

he kissed her then and there,

she took his ring, took his babies

it took him minutes, took her no-where

heaven knows, she'd've taken anything, but

{chorus,*she* version}

[all night]

*she* wants the young american

[young american, young american,*she* wants the young american]

[all right]

but *she* wants the young american

scanning life through the picture window,

[doo-doo-doo-woo] she finds the slinky vagabond

[doo-doo-doo-woo] he coughs as he passes up her red mustang, but

heaven forbid, she take anything

but the freak, and his type, all for nothing,

[doo-doo-doo-woo] misses a step and cuts his hand. but

[doo-doo-doo-woo] showing nothing, he swoops like a song

she cries "where have all papas' heroes gone?"

{chorus,*she* version}

all the way from washington,

her bread-winner begs off the bathroom floor

"we live for just these twenty years,

do we have to die for the fifty more?", had

{chorus,*he* version}

[all night]

*he* wants the young american

[young american, young american,*he* wants the young american]

[all right]

but *he* wants the young american

do you remember

your president nixon?

[doo-doo-doo-woo] do you remember

the bills you have to pay,

or even yesterday?

have you have been an un-american?

[doo-doo-doo-woo] just you and your idol singing falsetto

[doo-doo-doo-woo]'bout leather, leather everywhere, and

not a myth left from the ghetto

well, well, well, would you carry a razor

[doo-doo-doo-woo] in case, just in case of depression?

[doo-doo-doo-woo] sit on your hands on a bus of survivors,

blushing at all the afro-sheila's

ain't that close to love?

[doo-doo-doo-woo] well, ain't that poster love?

[doo-doo-doo-woo] well, it ain't that barbie doll,

her heart's been broken just like you have

{chorus,*you* version}

[all night]

*you* wants the young american

[young american, young american,*you* wants the young american]

[all right]

but *you* wants the young american

you ain't a pimp and you ain't a hustler

a pimps' got a cadi and a lady got a chrysler

blacks got respect, uhh, whites got his soul train

mamas' got cramps, and look at your hands ache

[i heard the news today, oh boy]

i got a suite and you got defeat

ain't there a man you can say no more?, and

ain't there a woman i can sock on the jaw?, and

ain't there a child i can hold without judging?

ain't there a pen that will write before they die?

ain't you proud that you've still got faces?

ain't there one damn song that can make me

break down and cry?

{chorus,*i* version}

[all night]

*i* wants the young american

[young american, young american,*i* wants the young american]

[all right]

but *i* wants the young american

Soul LoveLRC歌词（繁体）

bowie david

young americans

young americans

they pulled in just behind the fridge,

he lays he down, he frowns

"gee my life's a funny thing, am i still too young?"

he kissed her then and there,

she took his ring, took his babies

it took him minutes, took her no-where

heaven knows, she'd've taken anything, but

{chorus,*she* version}

[all night]

*she* wants the young american

[young american, young american,*she* wants the young american]

[all right]

but *she* wants the young american

scanning life through the picture window,

[doo-doo-doo-woo] she finds the slinky vagabond

[doo-doo-doo-woo] he coughs as he passes up her red mustang, but

heaven forbid, she take anything

but the freak, and his type, all for nothing,

[doo-doo-doo-woo] misses a step and cuts his hand. but

[doo-doo-doo-woo] showing nothing, he swoops like a song

she cries "where have all papas' heroes gone?"

{chorus,*she* version}

all the way from washington,

her bread-winner begs off the bathroom floor

"we live for just these twenty years,

do we have to die for the fifty more?", had

{chorus,*he* version}

[all night]

*he* wants the young american

[young american, young american,*he* wants the young american]

[all right]

but *he* wants the young american

do you remember

your president nixon?

[doo-doo-doo-woo] do you remember

the bills you have to pay,

or even yesterday?

have you have been an un-american?

[doo-doo-doo-woo] just you and your idol singing falsetto

[doo-doo-doo-woo]'bout leather, leather everywhere, and

not a myth left from the ghetto

well, well, well, would you carry a razor

[doo-doo-doo-woo] in case, just in case of depression?

[doo-doo-doo-woo] sit on your hands on a bus of survivors,

blushing at all the afro-sheila's

ain't that close to love?

[doo-doo-doo-woo] well, ain't that poster love?

[doo-doo-doo-woo] well, it ain't that barbie doll,

her heart's been broken just like you have

{chorus,*you* version}

[all night]

*you* wants the young american

[young american, young american,*you* wants the young american]

[all right]

but *you* wants the young american

you ain't a pimp and you ain't a hustler

a pimps' got a cadi and a lady got a chrysler

blacks got respect, uhh, whites got his soul train

mamas' got cramps, and look at your hands ache

[i heard the news today, oh boy]

i got a suite and you got defeat

ain't there a man you can say no more?, and

ain't there a woman i can sock on the jaw?, and

ain't there a child i can hold without judging?

ain't there a pen that will write before they die?

ain't you proud that you've still got faces?

ain't there one damn song that can make me

break down and cry?

{chorus,*i* version}

[all night]

*i* wants the young american

[young american, young american,*i* wants the young american]

[all right]

but *i* wants the young american

Soul Love歌词完整版（繁体）

歌手:David Bowie

歌詞出處:www.green-wind.cn

bowie david

young americans

young americans

they pulled in just behind the fridge,

he lays he down, he frowns

"gee my life's a funny thing, am i still too young?"

he kissed her then and there,

she took his ring, took his babies

it took him minutes, took her no-where

heaven knows, she'd've taken anything, but

{chorus,*she* version}

*she* wants the young american

but *she* wants the young american

scanning life through the picture window,

she finds the slinky vagabond

he coughs as he passes up her red mustang, but

heaven forbid, she take anything

but the freak, and his type, all for nothing,

misses a step and cuts his hand. but

showing nothing, he swoops like a song

she cries "where have all papas' heroes gone?"

{chorus,*she* version}

all the way from washington,

her bread-winner begs off the bathroom floor

"we live for just these twenty years,

do we have to die for the fifty more?", had

{chorus,*he* version}

*he* wants the young american

but *he* wants the young american

do you remember

your president nixon?

do you remember

the bills you have to pay,

or even yesterday?

have you have been an un-american?

just you and your idol singing falsetto

'bout leather, leather everywhere, and

not a myth left from the ghetto

well, well, well, would you carry a razor

in case, just in case of depression?

sit on your hands on a bus of survivors,

blushing at all the afro-sheila's

ain't that close to love?

well, ain't that poster love?

well, it ain't that barbie doll,

her heart's been broken just like you have

{chorus,*you* version}

*you* wants the young american

but *you* wants the young american

you ain't a pimp and you ain't a hustler

a pimps' got a cadi and a lady got a chrysler

blacks got respect, uhh, whites got his soul train

mamas' got cramps, and look at your hands ache

i got a suite and you got defeat

ain't there a man you can say no more?, and

ain't there a woman i can sock on the jaw?, and

ain't there a child i can hold without judging?

ain't there a pen that will write before they die?

ain't you proud that you've still got faces?

ain't there one damn song that can make me

break down and cry?

{chorus,*i* version}

*i* wants the young american

but *i* wants the young american

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