Information
Album Name
Fundamental
Artist
Bonnie Raitt
Genre
록/메탈
Release Date
1998
Release Agency
Capitol
Hangul

Spit Of Love - Bonnie Raitt
There's a howlin at my window,
I hear him closin in
That green-eyed jackal's got the scent
Knows I'll let him in
He slinks in by me at the fire
More bitter than the cold
And it's a rage as old as Hades
That'll sputter on these coals
I'm callin on the Furies, to let the toast begin
I'm roasting on the spit of love again
I never have believed you
But I stick around for more
Somethin bout that hollow in your eyes
There's a darkness at the core
Well, it's got me slowly turnin
I'm basting on the bone
I'm skewered like some drunken fool
In juices all my own
Callin the Furies' carrion choir
Singin me back upon the pyre
I'm roasting on that spit of love again
- 간 주 중 -
You can call it what you want
But it's lyin just the same
There's no mercy in these ashes, baby
When your love's a cryin shame
And they're howlin in moonlight, baby
They're here to call my bluff
they're wonderin if there'll ever come a day
When I'll have finally had enough
I'm callin on the Furies, to let the toast begin
I'm roasting on that spit of love again

RomanizationSpit Of Love - Bonnie Raitt
There's a howlin at my window,
I hear him closin in
That green-eyed jackal's got the scent
Knows I'll let him in
He slinks in by me at the fire
More bitter than the cold
And it's a rage as old as Hades
That'll sputter on these coals
I'm callin on the Furies, to let the toast begin
I'm roasting on the spit of love again
I never have believed you
But I stick around for more
Somethin bout that hollow in your eyes
There's a darkness at the core
Well, it's got me slowly turnin
I'm basting on the bone
I'm skewered like some drunken fool
In juices all my own
Callin the Furies' carrion choir
Singin me back upon the pyre
I'm roasting on that spit of love again
- gan ju jung -
You can call it what you want
But it's lyin just the same
There's no mercy in these ashes, baby
When your love's a cryin shame
And they're howlin in moonlight, baby
They're here to call my bluff
they're wonderin if there'll ever come a day
When I'll have finally had enough
I'm callin on the Furies, to let the toast begin
I'm roasting on that spit of love again

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