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The Rains of Castamere钢琴简谱歌词

And who are you, the proud lord said

That I must bow so low?

Only a cat of a different coat

That's all the truth I know

In a coat of gold or a coat of red

A lion still has claws

And mine are long and sharp, my lord

As long and sharp as yours

And so he spoke, and so he spoke

That lord of Castamere,

But now the rains weep o'er his hall

With no one there to hear

Yes, now the rains weep o'er his hall

And not a soul to hear

And so he spoke, and so he spoke

That lord of Castamere

But now the rains weep o'er his hall

With no one there to hear

Yes, now the rains weep o'er his hall

And not a soul to hear