The Tortured Poets Department ((苦难诗社) Lyrics – Taylor Swift

The Tortured Poets Department ((苦难诗社) 歌词 Lyrics by Taylor Swift

You left your typewriter at my apartment
你的打字机遗落在我的公寓
Straight from the Tortured Poets Department
直属于折磨诗人俱乐部

I think some things I never say
我觉得 有些事我从未说出口
Like, “Who uses typewriters anyway?” But
比如 “这年头谁还用打字机？” 但

You’re in self-sabotage mode, throwing spikes down on the road
你正处自我破坏模式 将尖刺扔到路上
But I’ve seen this episode and still loved the show
但我早已观过这集 直至今日 我仍爱着这部节目

Who else decodes you?
还有谁能正确将你解读呢？
And who’s gonna hold you like me?
谁会像我一样拥抱你？

And who’s gonna know you, if not me?
若没有我 谁还能了解你呢？
I laughed in your face and said
我笑着对你说

“You’re not Dylan Thomas
“你并非狄兰 托马斯:注狄兰 托马斯为英国诗人、作家:
I’m not Patti Smith
我也并非派蒂 史密斯:注:派蒂 史密斯是美国词曲作者和诗人:

This ain’t the Chelsea Hotel
这并非切尔西酒店
We’re modern idiots”
你我好比当代白痴”

And who’s gonna hold you like me?
谁会像我一样拥抱你？
Nobody
不会有人

No-****ing-body
不会有任何人
Nobody
不会有人

You smoked then ate seven bars of chocolate
你吞云吐雾后 吃下七块巧克力
We declared Charlie Puth should be a bigger artist
我们宣称 查理 普斯 应该成为更大的艺术家

I scratch your head, you fall asleep
每当我挠你的头 你都会酣然入睡
Like a tattooed golden retriever
如同一只纹身的黄金猎犬

But you awaken with dread, pounding nails in your head
但你带着恐惧醒来 你的大脑如同钉上了钉子
But I’ve read this one where you come undone
但我早已读过这部 你尚未完成的作品

I chose this cyclone with you
我选择与你共历风雨
And who’s gonna hold you like me? (Who’s gonna hold you? Who’s gonna hold you?)
谁会像我一样拥抱你？

And who’s gonna know you like me? (Who’s gonna know you?)
若没有我 谁还能了解你呢？
I laughed in your face and said
我笑着对你说

“You’re not Dylan Thomas
“你并非狄兰 托马斯:注狄兰 托马斯为英国诗人、作家:
I’m not Patti Smith
我也并非派蒂 史密斯:注:派蒂 史密斯是美国词曲作者和诗人:

This ain’t the Chelsea Hotel
这并非切尔西酒店
We’re modern idiots”
你我好比当代的白痴”

And who’s gonna hold you like me? (Who’s gonna hold you? Who’s gonna hold you?)
谁会像我一样拥抱你？
No-****ing-body (Who’s gonna hold you? Who’s gonna hold you?)
不会有任何人

Nobody (Who’s gonna hold you? Gonna love you? Gonna troll you?)
不会有人
Nobody
不会有人

Sometimes I wonder if you’re gonna screw this up with me
有时我会想 你是否会毁了我们的关系
But you told Lucy you’d kill yourself if I ever leave
但你告诉露西 若我离去 你宁愿了解自己

And I had said that to Jack about you, so I felt seen
我曾也跟杰克提起过这事 所以 我感觉自己备受关注
Everyone we know understands why it’s meant to be
我们相识的所有人都理解 为何你我注定无法在一起

‘Cause we’re crazy
因为我们 疯狂至极
So tell me
所以 告诉我

Who else is gonna know me?
还有谁能了解我？
At dinner, you take my ring off my middle finger and put it on the one
在晚餐时 你将我的戒指从中指上摘下

People put wedding rings on, and that’s the closest I’ve come
戴到应属于结婚戒指的那根手指上
To my heart exploding
那是我离心脏炸裂最近的一次

Who’s gonna hold you?
谁会像我一样拥抱你？
Me
我

Who’s gonna know you?
若没有我 谁还能了解你呢？
Me
我

“And you’re not Dylan Thomas
“你并非狄兰 托马斯:注狄兰 托马斯为英国诗人、作家:
I’m not Patti Smith
我也并非派蒂 史密斯:注:派蒂 史密斯是美国词曲作者和诗人:

This ain’t the Chelsea Hotel
这并非切尔西酒店
We’re two idiots”
你我好比两个白痴”

Who’s gonna hold you?
谁还会拥抱你
Who’s gonna hold you? (Who’s gonna hold you?)
谁还会拥抱你

Who’s gonna hold you? (Who’s gonna hold you?)
谁还会拥抱你
Who’s gonna hold you?
谁还会拥抱你

Who’s gonna hold you?
谁还会拥抱你
Who’s gonna hold you? Gonna know you? Gonna troll you?
谁还会拥抱你 了解你 骗你

You left your typewriter at my apartment
你的打字机遗落在我的公寓
Straight from the Tortured Poets Department
直属于折磨诗人俱乐部

Who else decodes you?
还有谁能正确将你解读呢
Find more lyrics at asialyrics.com

The Tortured Poets Department ((苦难诗社) Lyrics Pinyin

You left your typewriter at my apartment
ni de daziji yi luo zai wo de gongyu
Straight from the Tortured Poets Department
zhi shuyu zhemo shiren julebu

I think some things I never say
wo juede youxie shi wo cong wei shuo chukou
Like, “Who uses typewriters anyway?” But
biru “zhe niantou shei hai yong daziji?” Dan

You’re in self-sabotage mode, throwing spikes down on the road
ni zheng chu ziwo pohuai moshi jiang jian ci reng dao lushang
But I’ve seen this episode and still loved the show
dan wo zaoyi guanguo zhe ji zhizhi jinri wo reng aizhe zhe bu jiemu

Who else decodes you?
Hai you shei neng zhengque jiang ni jiedu ne?
And who’s gonna hold you like me?
Shei hui xiang wo yiyang yongbao ni?

And who’s gonna know you, if not me?
Ruo meiyou wo shei hai neng liaojie ni ne?
I laughed in your face and said
wo xiaozhe dui ni shuo

“You’re not Dylan Thomas
“ni bingfei di lan tuomasi: Zhu di lan tuomasi wei yingguo shiren, zuojia:
I’m not Patti Smith
wo ye bingfei pai di shimisi: Zhu: Pai di shimisi shi meiguo ciqu zuozhe he shiren:

This ain’t the Chelsea Hotel
zhe bingfei qie’erxi jiudian
We’re modern idiots”
ni wo haobi dangdai baichi”

And who’s gonna hold you like me?
Shei hui xiang wo yiyang yongbao ni?
Nobody
bu hui youren

No-****ing-body
bu hui you renhe ren
Nobody
bu hui youren

You smoked then ate seven bars of chocolate
ni tun yun tu wu hou chi xia qi kuai qiaokeli
We declared Charlie Puth should be a bigger artist
women xuancheng chali pu si yinggai chengwei geng da de yishujia

I scratch your head, you fall asleep
mei dang wo nao ni de tou ni duhui hanran rushui
Like a tattooed golden retriever
rutong yi zhi wenshen de huangjin liequan

But you awaken with dread, pounding nails in your head
dan ni daizhe kongju xing lai ni de danao rutong ding shangle dingzi
But I’ve read this one where you come undone
dan wo zaoyi duguo zhe bu ni shangwei wancheng de zuopin

I chose this cyclone with you
wo xuanze yu ni gong li fengyu
And who’s gonna hold you like me? (Who’s gonna hold you? Who’s gonna hold you?)
Shei hui xiang wo yiyang yongbao ni?

And who’s gonna know you like me? (Who’s gonna know you?)
Ruo meiyou wo shei hai neng liaojie ni ne?
I laughed in your face and said
wo xiaozhe dui ni shuo

“You’re not Dylan Thomas
“ni bingfei di lan tuomasi: Zhu di lan tuomasi wei yingguo shiren, zuojia:
I’m not Patti Smith
wo ye bingfei pai di shimisi: Zhu: Pai di shimisi shi meiguo ciqu zuozhe he shiren:

This ain’t the Chelsea Hotel
zhe bingfei qie’erxi jiudian
We’re modern idiots”
ni wo haobi dangdai de baichi”

And who’s gonna hold you like me? (Who’s gonna hold you? Who’s gonna hold you?)
Shei hui xiang wo yiyang yongbao ni?
No-****ing-body (Who’s gonna hold you? Who’s gonna hold you?)
Bu hui you renhe ren

Nobody (Who’s gonna hold you? Gonna love you? Gonna troll you?)
Bu hui youren
Nobody
bu hui youren

Sometimes I wonder if you’re gonna screw this up with me
youshi wo hui xiang ni shifou hui huile women de guanxi
But you told Lucy you’d kill yourself if I ever leave
dan ni gaosu lu xi ruo wo li qu ni ningyuan liaojie ziji

And I had said that to Jack about you, so I felt seen
wo ceng ye gen jieke tiqiguo zhe shi suoyi wo ganjue ziji bei shou guanzhu
Everyone we know understands why it’s meant to be
women xiangshi de suoyou ren dou lijie weihe ni wo zhuding wufa zai yiqi

‘Cause we’re crazy
yinwei women fengkuang zhiji
So tell me
suoyi gaosu wo

Who else is gonna know me?
Hai you shei neng liaojie wo?
At dinner, you take my ring off my middle finger and put it on the one
zai wancan shi ni jiang wo de jiezhi congzhong zhi shang zhai xia

People put wedding rings on, and that’s the closest I’ve come
dai dao ying shuyu jiehun jiezhi di na gen shouzhi shang
To my heart exploding
na shi wo li xinzang zhalie zuijin de yici

Who’s gonna hold you?
Shei hui xiang wo yiyang yongbao ni?
Me
wo

Who’s gonna know you?
Ruo meiyou wo shei hai neng liaojie ni ne?
Me
wo

“And you’re not Dylan Thomas
“ni bingfei di lan tuomasi: Zhu di lan tuomasi wei yingguo shiren, zuojia:
I’m not Patti Smith
wo ye bingfei pai di shimisi: Zhu: Pai di shimisi shi meiguo ciqu zuozhe he shiren:

This ain’t the Chelsea Hotel
zhe bingfei qie’erxi jiudian
We’re two idiots”
ni wo haobi liang ge baichi”

Who’s gonna hold you?
Shei hai hui yongbao ni
Who’s gonna hold you? (Who’s gonna hold you?)
Shei hai hui yongbao ni

Who’s gonna hold you? (Who’s gonna hold you?)
Shei hai hui yongbao ni
Who’s gonna hold you?
Shei hai hui yongbao ni

Who’s gonna hold you?
Shei hai hui yongbao ni
Who’s gonna hold you? Gonna know you? Gonna troll you?
Shei hai hui yongbao ni liaojie ni pian ni

You left your typewriter at my apartment
ni de daziji yi luo zai wo de gongyu
Straight from the Tortured Poets Department
zhi shuyu zhemo shiren julebu

Who else decodes you?
Hai you shei neng zhengque jiang ni jiedu ne
Find more lyrics at asialyrics.com

The Tortured Poets Department ((苦难诗社) Lyrics English

You left your typewriter at my apartment
Your typing machine is left in my apartment
Straight from the torth poets department
Directly belongs to the torture poet club

I think some thing I never say
I think there are some things I have never said
Like, “who users typewriters anyway?” But? “But
For example, “Who still uses a typing machine this year?” But

You’re in self-sabotage mode, throwing spikes double on the root
You are in the mode of self -destruction and throw the spikes on the road
But asseen this episode and still loved the show
But I have already watched this episode until today I still love this show

Who else decodes you?
Who else can interpret you correctly?
And WHO’s Gonna Hold You Like Me?
Who would hug you like me?

And WHO’s Gonna Know You, if not me?
Who can know you without me?
I laughed in your face and said
I said with a smile to you

“You’re Not Dylan Thomas
“You are not Dylan Thomas: Note Dyland Thomas as British poets and writers:
I’m Not Patti Smith
I am not Patti Smith: Note: Patty Smith is the author and poet of American songs:

This ain’t the chelsea hotel
This is not the Chelsea Hotel
We’re Modern Idiots “”
You and I are like contemporary idiots ”

And WHO’s Gonna Hold You Like Me?
Who would hug you like me?
Nobody
No one will

No-**** ing-Body
No one will
Nobody
No one will

You SmoKed then Ate Seven Bars of Chocolate
You eat seven pieces of chocolate after swallowing the clouds and vomiting
We Declared Charlie Puth Should be a Bigger Artist
We claim that Charlie Price should be a larger artist

I scratch your head, you fall asleep
Whenever I scratch your head, you will fall asleep
Like a tattooed Golden Retriever
Like a golden hunting dog with tattoos

But you awaken with dream, point nails in your head
But you wake up your brain with fear like nailing
But I’m Read this one where you coming
But I have read this work that you have not yet completed

I chose this cyclone with you
I chose to have the wind and rain with you
And Who’s Gonna Hold You Like Me?
Who would hug you like me?

And WHO’s Gonna Know You Like Me?
Who can know you without me?
I laughed in your face and said
I said with a smile to you

“You’re Not Dylan Thomas
“You are not Dylan Thomas: Note Dyland Thomas as British poets and writers:
I’m Not Patti Smith
I am not Patti Smith: Note: Patty Smith is the author and poet of American songs:

This ain’t the chelsea hotel
This is not the Chelsea Hotel
We’re Modern Idiots “”
You and I are like contemporary idiots ”

And Who’s Gonna Hold You Like Me?
Who would hug you like me?
No-**** ing-body (WHO’s Gonna Hold You? Who’s gonna hold you?)
No one will

Nobody (Who’s Gonna Hold You? Gonna Love You? Gonna Troll You?)
No one will
Nobody
No one will

Sometimes I Wonder if you’re gonna scream up with me
Sometimes I think you will destroy our relationship
But you told lucy you’d kill your own leave
But you tell Lucyruo, I would rather understand myself

And I have said that to jack anom you, so I felt seen
I once mentioned this with Jack, so I feel that I have attracted much attention
Everyone we know undertnds why it’s meant to be
Everyone we know understand why you are destined to be together

‘Cause we’re crazy
Because we are extremely crazy
So tell me
So tell me

Who Else is Gonna Know Me?
Who else can understand me?
At dinner, you take my rang off my middle finger and put it on the one
During dinner, you take my ring from the middle finger

People put wedding raings on, and that’s the closest’ve comer
Wear the finger that should belong to the wedding ring
To my heart exploding
That’s the closest time my heart burst

WHO’s Gonna Hold You?
Who would hug you like me?
Me
I

Who’s Gonna Know You?
Who can know you without me?
Me
I

“And You’re Not Dylan Thomas
“You are not Dylan Thomas: Note Dyland Thomas as British poets and writers:
I’m Not Patti Smith
I am not Patti Smith: Note: Patty Smith is the author and poet of American songs:

This ain’t the chelsea hotel
This is not the Chelsea Hotel
We’re two idiots ”
You and I are like two idiots ”

WHO’s Gonna Hold You?
Who will hug you
Who’s gonna hold you?
Who will hug you

Who’s gonna hold you?
Who will hug you
WHO’s Gonna Hold You?
Who will hug you

WHO’s Gonna Hold You?
Who will hug you
WHO’s Gonna Hold You? Gonna Know You? Gonna Troll You?
Who will embrace you to know you lie to you

You left your typewriter at my apartment
Your typing machine is left in my apartment
Straight from the torth poets department
Directly belongs to the torture poet club

Who else decodes you?
Who else can interpret you correctly?
Find more lyrics at asialyrics.com

Taylor Swift Lyrics – The Tortured Poets Department ((苦难诗社)

Taylor Swift

The Tortured Poets Department ((苦难诗社)