Blackbirds

Linkin Park · 10 音轨 · 79 小节 · 热度 2,463

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Linkin Park《Blackbirds》吉他谱:共 10 条音轨,79 小节,时长约 3 分 1 秒,GP5 格式,支持在线播放与打印。

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小简介 “Linkin Park”新世代的音乐顽童，无门无派，嬉笑怒骂游走于各门各派之间，博采众家之长，尽情炫出E时代音乐风情，不经意间，首张大碟《Hybird Theory混合理论》狂卖1500万张，销量惊人。终成大器的Linkin'Park在世界范围内狂掀阵阵Linkin热浪，引发一场场"时尚风暴"。也因为乐队成员的亚裔血统而使亚洲不甘人后的新一代青年发现自身力量，冲锋陷阵于世界时尚的最前沿。Linkin'Park带给我们的不仅仅是混合的音乐、前卫的时尚，在他的身后是新世代年轻人自由、博大、包容的精神世界。 Brad (结他手) 和 Mike (Rapper-美日混血儿)一起就读同一间 HighSchool 所以认识,而且在大约1996年组成一队Band叫做"Xero".这队 Band 的阵容同现在的相差很大.但亦系 Linkin Park 的基础.开始时他们二人只用Mi…

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Linkin Park - Blackbirds 

Drop that, get up 

Take to the streets, better lock that kid up 

Face full of teeth when he hock that spit up 

Pacing the beat like a beast 

Rocking the block on repeat 

Speak from the cut like a rush of blood 

Paint red on the sleeves of the ones you love 

Lay the sick ones down and the bells will ring 

Put pennies on the eyes, let the dead men sing 

I shiver and shake the warm air cold 

I'm alone on my own 

In every mistake I dig this hole 

Through my skin and bones 

It's harder starting over 

Than never to have changed 

With Blackbirds following me 

I'm digging out my grave 

They close in, swallowing me 

The pain, it comes in waves 

I'm getting back what I gave 

I sweat through the sheet as daylight fades 

As I waste away 

It traps me inside mistakes I've made 

That's the price I pay 

It's hard to starting over 

Than never to have changed 

With Blackbirds following me 

I'm digging out my grave 

They close in, swallowing me 

The pain, it comes in waves 

I'm getting back what I gave 

I drop to the floor like I did before 

Stop watching, I'm coughing, I can't be more 

What I want and what I need are at constant war 

Like a well full of poison, a rotten core 

The blood goes thin, the fever stings 

And I shake from the hell that the habits bring 

Let the sick ones down, the bells will ring 

Put pennies on the eyes, let the dead men sing 

With Blackbirds following me 

I'm digging out my grave 

They close in, swallowing me 

The pain, it comes in waves 

I'm getting back what I gave 

I'm getting back what I gave 

I'm getting back what I gave