[00:00.00] 作词 : Lou Reed
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Lou Reed
[00:04.20]All Tomorrow's Parties Lyrics
[00:12.25]Artist(Band):Velvet Underground
[00:19.21]
[00:30.12]And what costume shall the poor girl wear
[00:39.44]To all tomorrow's parties
[00:47.27]A hand-me-down dress from who knows where
[00:56.41]To all tomorrow's parties
[01:03.43]
[01:04.19]And where will she go and what shall she do
[01:09.10]When midnight comes around
[01:16.98]She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown
[01:25.96]And cry behind the door
[01:31.68]
[02:11.81]And what costume shall the poor girl wear
[02:21.02]To all tomorrow's parties
[02:28.95]Why silks and linens of yesterday's gowns
[02:37.87]To all tomorrow's parties
[02:43.67]
[02:45.74]And what will she do with Thursday's rags
[02:50.68]When Monday comes around
[02:58.70]She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown
[03:07.48]And cry behind the door
[03:15.41]
[04:11.03]And what costume shall the poor girl wear
[04:20.42]To all tomorrow's parties
[04:28.12]For Thursday's child is Sunday's clown
[04:36.70]For whom none will go mourning
[04:43.07]
[04:44.21]A blackened shroud, a hand-me-down gown
[04:49.18]Of rags and silks, a costume
[04:56.87]Fit for one who sits and cries
[05:05.69]For all tomorrow's parties

作词 : Lou Reed
作曲 : Lou Reed
All Tomorrow's Parties Lyrics
Artist(Band):Velvet Underground
And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow's parties
A hand-me-down dress from who knows where
To all tomorrow's parties
And where will she go and what shall she do
When midnight comes around
She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown
And cry behind the door
And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow's parties
Why silks and linens of yesterday's gowns
To all tomorrow's parties
And what will she do with Thursday's rags
When Monday comes around
She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown
And cry behind the door
And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow's parties
For Thursday's child is Sunday's clown
For whom none will go mourning
A blackened shroud, a hand-me-down gown
Of rags and silks, a costume
Fit for one who sits and cries
For all tomorrow's parties