LRC歌词
[ti:My! My!]
[ar:Glenn Miller]
[al:My! My!]
[by:]
[offset:0]
[00:00.00]My! My! - Glenn Miller
[00:21.28]Lyrics by：Frank Henry Loesser
[00:42.57]Composed by：James Francis McHugh
[01:03.86]I wanna shout a poem
[01:05.58]About how I dream
[01:07.23]Of that gleam in your eyes
[01:10.36]I wanna shout
[01:11.40]But all that comes out is my my
[01:16.98]I want to sing of flowers in spring
[01:19.46]But oh dear when you're near I just die
[01:23.33]I want to sing
[01:24.40]But can't sing a thing but my my
[01:29.60]I should say
[01:30.37]Oh how lovely
[01:32.72]I should say
[01:33.64]Ah how sweet
[01:36.31]I should have
[01:37.07]Shakespeare at the tip of my tongue
[01:39.92]But every time we meet
[01:43.01]I look at you and what do I do
[01:45.63]I get weak I can't speak I just sigh
[01:49.54]And though I try the best I can sigh is my my
[ar:Glenn Miller]
[al:My! My!]
[by:]
[offset:0]
[00:00.00]My! My! - Glenn Miller
[00:21.28]Lyrics by：Frank Henry Loesser
[00:42.57]Composed by：James Francis McHugh
[01:03.86]I wanna shout a poem
[01:05.58]About how I dream
[01:07.23]Of that gleam in your eyes
[01:10.36]I wanna shout
[01:11.40]But all that comes out is my my
[01:16.98]I want to sing of flowers in spring
[01:19.46]But oh dear when you're near I just die
[01:23.33]I want to sing
[01:24.40]But can't sing a thing but my my
[01:29.60]I should say
[01:30.37]Oh how lovely
[01:32.72]I should say
[01:33.64]Ah how sweet
[01:36.31]I should have
[01:37.07]Shakespeare at the tip of my tongue
[01:39.92]But every time we meet
[01:43.01]I look at you and what do I do
[01:45.63]I get weak I can't speak I just sigh
[01:49.54]And though I try the best I can sigh is my my
文本歌词
My! My! - Glenn Miller
Lyrics by：Frank Henry Loesser
Composed by：James Francis McHugh
I wanna shout a poem
About how I dream
Of that gleam in your eyes
I wanna shout
But all that comes out is my my
I want to sing of flowers in spring
But oh dear when you're near I just die
I want to sing
But can't sing a thing but my my
I should say
Oh how lovely
I should say
Ah how sweet
I should have
Shakespeare at the tip of my tongue
But every time we meet
I look at you and what do I do
I get weak I can't speak I just sigh
And though I try the best I can sigh is my my
