Nhạc sĩ: Win Butler, Regine Chassagne, T Bone Burnett
Lời đăng bởi: fenghui.liu
Six hair and laid into a lonesome hill While his daughter hid and watched She damnably she was still Just as an angel cried for the star He brought sorrow raised above the voice Then the angel asked her what her name was She said, I have none Then he asked, how can this be My father never gave me one And when his daughter prayed for the star He brought sorrow raised above the voice How darest you try to seek for your father You better have your eyes set on God How dare you try to seek for your father You better have your eyes set on God How dare you try to seek for your father
