(One, two, three)
:1，2，3:
Why are you hangin’ on
你为什么这么抓着这麻绳
So tight
这么紧
To the rope that I’m hangin’ from
用力抓住这吊着我的麻绳
Off this island?
阻止我离开这座岛？
This was an escape plan (This was an escape plan)
这是一个逃跑计划:这是一个逃跑计划:
Carefully timed it
精心计划
So let me go
所以，让我走吧
And dive into the waves below
潜入下方的波浪之中
Who tends the orchards?
谁来照料果园？
Who fixes up the gables?
谁来修理山墙？
Emotional torture
情感折磨
From the head of your high table
从那高级餐桌上的一家之主而来
Who fetches the water
满是岩石的高山上的泉水
From the rocky mountain spring?
谁去取来？
And walk back down again
再次回来
To feel your words and their sharp sting?
感受你的言语和它们带来的痛楚
And I’m gettin’ ****in’ tired
我真的累的受不了
The capillaries in my eyes are bursting
双眼的毛细血管快要爆开了
If our love died, would that be the worst thing?
如果我们的爱就此死去，那会是最坏的事吗？
For somebody I thought was my saviour
我认为是我的救世主的那个人
You sure make me do a whole lot of labour
你让我劳苦奔波，无天日啊
The calloused skin on my hands is crackin’
我这长满老茧的手在慢慢开裂
If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?
如果我们的爱走到尽头，会是一件坏事吗？
And the silence haunts our bed chamber
我们的房间被寂静笼罩
You make me do too much labour
你让我劳苦奔波啊
(You make me do too much labour)
:你让我劳苦奔波:
Apologies from my tongue
道歉，从我嘴里说出
Never yours
而你却从未如此做过
Busy lapping from a flowing cup
忙着啜饮杯中流动之酒
And stabbing with your fork
用力用叉子戳着食物
I know you’re a smart man (I know you’re a smart man)
我知道你很精明:我知道你很精明:
And weaponise
还能将
The false incompetence
虚假的无能变成武器
It’s dominance under guise
这是在掩饰霸权
If we had a daughter
如果我们有一个女儿
I’d watch and could not save her
我只能眼睁睁看着，而无能为力
The emotional torture
情感折磨啊
From the head of your high table
来自那一家之主
She’d do what you taught her
你教她的，她都会去做
She’d meet the same cruel fate
她也将会面对这同样残酷的命运
So now I’ve gotta run
所以，现在我必须跑
So I can undo this mistake
所以，我可以修正这个错误
At least I’ve gotta try
至少，我努力过
The capillaries in my eyes are bursting
双眼的毛细血管快要爆开了
If our love died, would that be the worst thing?
如果我们的爱就此死去，那会是最坏的事吗？
For somebody I thought was my saviour
我认为是我的救世主的那个人
You sure make me do a whole lot of labour
你让我劳苦奔波，无天日啊
The calloused skin on my hands is crackin’
我这长满老茧的手在慢慢开裂
If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?
如果我们的爱走到尽头，会是一件坏事吗？
And the silence haunts our bed chamber
我们的房间被寂静笼罩
You make me do too much labour
你让我劳苦奔波啊
All day, every day: Therapist, mother, maid
日复一日，夜复一夜:治疗师、母亲、女佣
Nymph, then a virgin nurse, and a servant
神女，然后是处女、护士和佣人
Just an appendage, live to attend him
只是个附庸品，为了伺候他而活
So that he never lifts a finger
他连一根手指都无需抬起
Twenty-four-seven baby machine
无了无休的生育机器
So he can live out his picket fence dreams
这样他可以在象牙塔中度过一生
It’s not an act of love if you make her
如果你逼她如此，那就不是爱
You make me do too much labour
你让我劳苦奔波啊
All day, every day: Therapist, mother, maid
日复一日，夜复一夜:治疗师、母亲、女佣
Nymph, then a virgin, nurse, and a servant
神女，然后是处女、护士和佣人
Just an appendage, live to attend him
只是个附庸品，为了伺候他而活
So that he never lifts a finger
他连一根手指都无需抬起
Twenty-four-seven baby machine
无了无休的生育机器
So he can live out his picket fence dreams
这样他可以在象牙塔中度过一生
It’s not an act of love if you make her
如果你逼她如此，那就不是爱
You make me do too much labour
你让我劳苦奔波啊
The capillaries in my eyes are bursting (All day, every day: Therapist, mother, maid)
双眼的毛细血管快要爆开了:日复一日，夜复一夜:治疗师、母亲、女佣:
If our love died, would that be the worst thing? (Nymph, then a virgin, nurse, and a servant)
如果我们的爱就此死去，那会是最坏的事吗？:神女，然后是处女、护士和佣人:
For somebody I thought was my saviour (Just an appendage, live to attend him)
我认为是我的救世主的那个人:只是个附庸品，为了伺候他而活:
You sure make me do a whole lot of labour (So that he never lifts a finger)
你让我劳苦奔波，无天日啊:他连一根手指都无需抬起:
The callous skin on my hands is crackin’ (Twenty-four-seven baby machine)
我这长满老茧的手在慢慢开裂:无了无休的生育机器:
If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? (So he can live out his picket fence dreams)
如果我们的爱走到尽头，会是一件坏事吗？:这样他可以在象牙塔中度过一生:
And the silence haunts our bed chamber (It’s not an act of love if you make her)
我们的房间被寂静笼罩:如果你逼她如此，那就不是爱:
You make me do too much labour
你让我劳苦奔波，无天日啊
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labour Lyrics Pinyin
(One, two, three)
:1,2,3:
Why are you hangin’ on
ni weisheme zheme zhuazhe zhe ma sheng
So tight
zheme jin
To the rope that I’m hangin’ from
yongli zhua zhu zhe diaozhe wo de ma sheng
Off this island?
Zuzhi wo likai zhe zuo dao?
This was an escape plan (This was an escape plan)
zhe shi yige taopao jihua: Zhe shi yige taopao jihua:
Carefully timed it
jingxin jihua
So let me go
suoyi, rang wo zou ba
And dive into the waves below
qianru xiafang de bolang zhi zhong
Who tends the orchards?
Shei lai zhaoliao guoyuan?
Who fixes up the gables?
Shei lai xiuli shanqiang?
Emotional torture
qinggan zhemo
From the head of your high table
cong na gaoji canzhuo shang de yijia zhi zhu er lai
Who fetches the water
man shi yanshi de gaoshan shang de quanshui
From the rocky mountain spring?
Shei qu qu lai?
And walk back down again
zaici huilai
To feel your words and their sharp sting?
Ganshou ni de yanyu he tamen dai lai de tongchu
And I’m gettin’ ****in’ tired
wo zhen de lei de shou buliao
The capillaries in my eyes are bursting
shuangyan de maoxi xieguan kuaiyao bao kaile
If our love died, would that be the worst thing?
Ruguo women de ai jiuci siqu, na hui shi zui huai de shi ma?
For somebody I thought was my saviour
wo renwei shi wo de jiushizhu di nage ren
You sure make me do a whole lot of labour
ni rang wo laoku benbo, wu tian ri a
The calloused skin on my hands is crackin’
wo zhe zhang man laojian de shou zai man man kailie
If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?
Ruguo women de ai zou dao jintou, hui shi yi jian huaishi ma?
And the silence haunts our bed chamber
women de fangjian bei jijing longzhao
You make me do too much labour
ni rang wo laoku benbo a
(You make me do too much labour)
: Ni rang wo laoku benbo:
Apologies from my tongue
daoqian, cong wo zui li shuo chu
Never yours
er ni que cong wei ruci zuoguo
Busy lapping from a flowing cup
mangzhe chuai yin bei zhong liudong zhi jiu
And stabbing with your fork
yongli yong chazi chuozhe shiwu
I know you’re a smart man (I know you’re a smart man)
wo zhidao ni hen jingming: Wo zhidao ni hen jingming:
And weaponise
hai neng jiang
The false incompetence
xujia de wuneng bian cheng wuqi
It’s dominance under guise
zhe shi zai yanshi baquan
If we had a daughter
ruguo women you yige nu’er
I’d watch and could not save her
wo zhi neng yanzhengzheng kanzhe, er wunengweili
The emotional torture
qinggan zhemo a
From the head of your high table
laizi na yijia zhi zhu
She’d do what you taught her
ni jiao ta de, ta duhui qu zuo
She’d meet the same cruel fate
ta ye jiang hui mian dui zhe tongyang canku de mingyun
So now I’ve gotta run
suoyi, xianzai wo bixu pao
So I can undo this mistake
suoyi, wo keyi xiuzheng zhege cuowu
At least I’ve gotta try
zhishao, wo nuliguo
The capillaries in my eyes are bursting
shuangyan de maoxi xieguan kuaiyao bao kaile
If our love died, would that be the worst thing?
Ruguo women de ai jiuci siqu, na hui shi zui huai de shi ma?
For somebody I thought was my saviour
wo renwei shi wo de jiushizhu di nage ren
You sure make me do a whole lot of labour
ni rang wo laoku benbo, wu tian ri a
The calloused skin on my hands is crackin’
wo zhe zhang man laojian de shou zai man man kailie
If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?
Ruguo women de ai zou dao jintou, hui shi yi jian huaishi ma?
And the silence haunts our bed chamber
women de fangjian bei jijing longzhao
You make me do too much labour
ni rang wo laoku benbo a
All day, every day: Therapist, mother, maid
ri fu yi ri, ye fu yiye: Zhiliao shi, muqin, nu yong
Nymph, then a virgin nurse, and a servant
shennu, ranhou shi chunu, hushi he yong ren
Just an appendage, live to attend him
zhishi ge fuyong pin, weile cihou ta er huo
So that he never lifts a finger
ta lian yi gen shouzhi dou wuxu tai qi
Twenty-four-seven baby machine
wu liao wu xiu de shengyu jiqi
So he can live out his picket fence dreams
zheyang ta keyi zai xiangya ta zhong duguo yisheng
It’s not an act of love if you make her
ruguo ni bi ta ruci, na jiu bushi ai
You make me do too much labour
ni rang wo laoku benbo a
All day, every day: Therapist, mother, maid
ri fu yi ri, ye fu yiye: Zhiliao shi, muqin, nu yong
Nymph, then a virgin, nurse, and a servant
shennu, ranhou shi chunu, hushi he yong ren
Just an appendage, live to attend him
zhishi ge fuyong pin, weile cihou ta er huo
So that he never lifts a finger
ta lian yi gen shouzhi dou wuxu tai qi
Twenty-four-seven baby machine
wu liao wu xiu de shengyu jiqi
So he can live out his picket fence dreams
zheyang ta keyi zai xiangya ta zhong duguo yisheng
It’s not an act of love if you make her
ruguo ni bi ta ruci, na jiu bushi ai
You make me do too much labour
ni rang wo laoku benbo a
The capillaries in my eyes are bursting (All day, every day: Therapist, mother, maid)
shuangyan de maoxi xieguan kuaiyao bao kaile: Ri fu yi ri, ye fu yiye: Zhiliao shi, muqin, nu yong:
If our love died, would that be the worst thing? (Nymph, then a virgin, nurse, and a servant)
ruguo women de ai jiuci siqu, na hui shi zui huai de shi ma?: Shennu, ranhou shi chunu, hushi he yong ren:
For somebody I thought was my saviour (Just an appendage, live to attend him)
wo renwei shi wo de jiushizhu di nage ren: Zhishi ge fuyong pin, weile cihou ta er huo:
You sure make me do a whole lot of labour (So that he never lifts a finger)
ni rang wo laoku benbo, wu tian ri a: Ta lian yi gen shouzhi dou wuxu tai qi:
The callous skin on my hands is crackin’ (Twenty-four-seven baby machine)
wo zhe zhang man laojian de shou zai man man kailie: Wu liao wu xiu de shengyu jiqi:
If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? (So he can live out his picket fence dreams)
ruguo women de ai zou dao jintou, hui shi yi jian huaishi ma?: Zheyang ta keyi zai xiangya ta zhong duguo yisheng:
And the silence haunts our bed chamber (It’s not an act of love if you make her)
women de fangjian bei jijing longzhao: Ruguo ni bi ta ruci, na jiu bushi ai:
You make me do too much labour
ni rang wo laoku benbo, wu tian ri a
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labour Lyrics English
(ONE, TWO, Three)
: 1, 2, 3:
Why are you haangin ‘on
Why do you hold this rope like this
SO TIGHT
So tight
To the rope that I’m haangin ‘from
Grasp this twinkly hooking my twine
Off this island?
Stop me from leaving this island?
This was an escape Plan (this was an escape plan)
This is a running running plan: this is a running plan:
Carefully Timed It
Carefully plan
So let me go
So let me go
And dive into the waves below
Dive into the waves below
Who TENDS The Orchards?
Who will take care of the orchard?
Who Fixes up the Games?
Who will repair the gables?
Emotional torture
Emotional torture
From the head of your high table
From the Lord of the Family on the high -end dining table
Who fetches the water
Full of spring water on the high mountains of rocks
From the Rocky Mountain Spring?
Who can get it?
And Walk Back Download
Come back again
To feel your words and their sharp sting?
Feel your words and the pain they bring
And I’m gettin ‘**** in’ tired
I really can’t stand it
The Capillaries in My Eyes Are Burssting
The capillaries of both eyes are about to explode
If Our Love Died, Would That BE The Worst Thing?
If our love dies, would it be the worst thing?
For somebody I thought was my saviour
I think the person of my savior
You Sure Make Me Do a Whole Lot of Labour
You let me run hard, no day
The Calloused Skin on My Hands is Crackin ‘
My long -awaited hand is slowly cracking
If Our Love Ends, Would That BE A BAD Thing?
Is it a bad thing if our love came to an end?
And the size hany
Our room is shrouded in silence
You make me do too much labour
You let me work hard
(You Make Me Do Too Much Labour)
: You let me work hard:
APOLOGIES from My Tongue
Speak, say from my mouth
NEVER YOURS
And you have never done that
Busy lapping from a flowing cup
Busy drinking the flowing wine in the cup
And Stabbing with your fork
Poke the food with a fork
I know you’re a sart man (I know you’re a smart man)
I know you are savvy: I know you are savvy:
And weaponise
Be able to
The False Incompetence
False incompetence becomes a weapon
It’s Dominance Under Guise
This is covering up hegemony
If we have a dawter
If we have a daughter
I’d Watch and Could Not Save Her
I can only watch it, but I can’t do it
The emotional torture
Emotional torture
From the head of your high table
From the master of that family
She’d do what you taught her
You teach her, she will do it
She’d Meet The Same Cruel Fate
She will also face this equally cruel destiny
So now I’m GOTTA RUN
So now I have to run
So I can undo this mistake
So, I can correct this error
At Least I’m Gotta Try
At least, I worked hard
The Capillaries in My Eyes Are Burssting
The capillaries of both eyes are about to explode
If Our Love Died, Would That BE The Worst Thing?
If our love dies, would it be the worst thing?
For somebody I thought was my saviour
I think the person of my savior
You Sure Make Me Do a Whole Lot of Labour
You let me run hard, no day
The Calloused Skin on My Hands is Crackin ‘
My long -awaited hand is slowly cracking
If Our Love Ends, Would That BE A BAD Thing?
Is it a bad thing if our love came to an end?
And the size hany
Our room is shrouded in silence
You make me do too much labour
You let me work hard
All day, every day: theracist, mother, maid
Day after day, night after night: therapist, mother, maid
Nymph, then a virgin nurse, and a service
Goddess, then virgin, nurse and maid
Just an appmentage, live to atatch him
It’s just an attached product, to live in order to serve him
So that he never lifts a finger
He doesn’t even need to lift a finger
Twenty-Four-Seven Baby Machine
None of the endless fertility machine
So he can live out his his picket fence
This way he can spend a lifetime in the ivory tower
It’s not an act an act an act
If you force her to do this, then it is not love
You make me do too much labour
You let me work hard
All day, every day: theracist, mother, maid
Day after day, night after night: therapist, mother, maid
Nymph, then a virgin, nurse, and a service
Goddess, then virgin, nurse and maid
Just an appmentage, live to atatch him
It’s just an attached product, to live in order to serve him
So that he never lifts a finger
He doesn’t even need to lift a finger
Twenty-Four-Seven Baby Machine
None of the endless fertility machine
So he can live out his his picket fence
This way he can spend a lifetime in the ivory tower
It’s not an act an act an act
If you force her to do this, then it is not love
You make me do too much labour
You let me work hard
The capillaries in my eyes are bursting (all day, every day: theracist, mother, maid)
The capillaries of both eyes are about to explode: day after day, night after night: therapist, mother, maid:
If Our Love Died, Would That BE The Worst Thing?
If our love dies, would it be the worst thing? : Goddess, then virgin, nurse and maid:
For somebody I Thought was my saviour (Just An Appendage, LIVE to Attend HIM)
I think the person of my savior: just a vassal, to live in order to serve him:
You Sure Make Me Do a Whole Lot of Labour
You let me work hard, there is no day: he doesn’t even need to lift a finger:
The Callous Skin on My Hands is Crackin ‘(Twenty-Four-Seven Baby Machine)
My long -awaited hand is slowly cracking: None of the endless fertility machine:
If our love ends, if that be a bad things?
Is it a bad thing if our love came to an end? : So he can spend a lifetime in the ivory tower:
And the size haunTs Our Bed Chamber (It’s not an action of love if you make her)
Our room is shrouded in silence: If you force her to do so, then it is not love:
You make me do too much labour
You let me run hard, no day
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Paris Paloma Lyrics – labour
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