[00:00.00] 作词 : Wesley Schultz/Jeremiah Fraites
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Wesley Schultz/Jeremiah Fraites
[00:24.39]It's not the words you say but how you say it
[00:27.09]I saved the picture where your hair was braided
[00:29.83]They found your wallet in the cemetery
[00:32.41]You told your daughter she was ordinary
[00:35.19]You hate the name Junior
[00:37.84]Your husband loved his computers
[00:41.25]Your mother never was one
[00:44.00]The eldest of seven children
[00:47.83]
[01:05.48]If you don’t have it then you'll never give it
[01:08.36]And I don't blame you for the way you live
[01:11.27]The little boy was born in February
[01:13.84]You couldn’t sober up to hold a baby
[01:16.57]You hate the name Donna
[01:19.17]You love to judge strangers' karma
[01:22.43]You drove from New Jersey
[01:25.31]The trucks always made you worry
[01:28.86]Oh my henna tattoo
[01:36.31]Go to bed it's way too late
[01:42.24]
[01:56.11]You hate the name Donna
[01:59.43]You love to judge strangers' karma
[02:02.57]You drove from New Jersey
[02:05.22]The trucks always made you worry
[02:08.71]You raised a saint, Donna
[02:11.32]You love to judge strangers' karma
[02:14.47]You're praying for a funeral
[02:17.47]You're singing like Hallelujah
[02:20.71]You're singing like Hallelujah
[02:24.31]You’re singing like Hallelujah
[02:27.74]You’re singing like Hallelujah
[02:31.30]You're singing like Hallelujah
[02:35.12]

作词 : Wesley Schultz/Jeremiah Fraites
作曲 : Wesley Schultz/Jeremiah Fraites
It's not the words you say but how you say it
I saved the picture where your hair was braided
They found your wallet in the cemetery
You told your daughter she was ordinary
You hate the name Junior
Your husband loved his computers
Your mother never was one
The eldest of seven children
If you don’t have it then you'll never give it
And I don't blame you for the way you live
The little boy was born in February
You couldn’t sober up to hold a baby
You hate the name Donna
You love to judge strangers' karma
You drove from New Jersey
The trucks always made you worry
Oh my henna tattoo
Go to bed it's way too late
You hate the name Donna
You love to judge strangers' karma
You drove from New Jersey
The trucks always made you worry
You raised a saint, Donna
You love to judge strangers' karma
You're praying for a funeral
You're singing like Hallelujah
You're singing like Hallelujah
You’re singing like Hallelujah
You’re singing like Hallelujah
You're singing like Hallelujah