Nhạc sĩ: Ian Gillan, Ritchie Blackmore, Roger Glover, Jon Lord, Ian Paice
Lời đăng bởi: fenghui.liu
One, two, three. ♪ If you're leaving, close the door. I'm not expecting people anymore. Hear me grieving, lying on the floor. Whether drunk or dead, I really ain't too sure. I'm a blind man, I'm a blind man, and my world is pale. When a blind man cries, Lord, you know it ain't a saddening tale. ♪ ♪ Had a friend once in a room. Had a good time, but it ended much too soon. In a cold month in that room, found a reason for the things we had to do. I'm a blind man, I'm a blind man, now my room is cold. When a blind man cries, Lord, you know he feels it from his soul. ♪ I'm a blind man, I'm a blind man, and my world is pale. When a blind man cries, Lord, you know it ain't a saddening tale. ♪
