| 歌曲 | Only A Pawn In Their Game |
| 歌手 | Bob Dylan |
| 专辑 | Music Menu |
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| [00:00.00] | 作词 : Bob Dylan |
| [00:00.85] | 作曲 : Bob Dylan |
| [00:01.70] | A bullet from the back of a bush took medgar evers' blood. |
| [00:07.26] | A finger fired the trigger to his name. |
| [00:13.33] | A handle hid out in the dark |
| [00:17.92] | A hand set the spark |
| [00:19.98] | Two eyes took the aim |
| [00:21.89] | Behind a man's brain |
| [00:26.19] | But he can't be blamed |
| [00:29.19] | He's only a pawn in their game. |
| [00:36.21] | A south politician preaches to the poor white man, |
| [00:42.36] | \you got more than the blacks, don't complain. |
| [00:48.22] | You're better than them, you been born with white skin,\ they explain. |
| [00:54.24] | And the negro's name |
| [00:57.29] | Is used it is plain |
| [01:01.29] | For the politician's gain |
| [01:04.35] | As he rises to fame |
| [01:07.50] | And the poor white remains |
| [01:09.70] | On the caboose of the train |
| [01:11.45] | But it ain't him to blame |
| [01:13.96] | He's only a pawn in their game. |
| [01:21.38] | The deputy sheriffs, the soldiers, the governors get paid, |
| [01:29.28] | And the marshals and cops get the same, |
| [01:35.64] | But the poor white man's used in the hands of them all like a tool. |
| [01:42.70] | He's taught in his school |
| [01:46.35] | From the start by the rule |
| [01:49.06] | That the laws are with him |
| [01:51.12] | To protect his white skin |
| [01:53.32] | To keep up his hate |
| [01:55.32] | So he never thinks straight |
| [01:57.37] | 'bout the shape that he's in |
| [01:59.33] | But it ain't him to blame |
| [02:01.48] | He's only a pawn in their game. |
| [02:10.54] | From the poverty shacks, he looks from the cracks to the tracks, |
| [02:16.85] | And the hoof beats pound in his brain. |
| [02:21.83] | And he's taught how to walk in a pack |
| [02:25.58] | Shoot in the back |
| [02:27.34] | With his fist in a clinch |
| [02:29.54] | To hang and to lynch |
| [02:32.44] | To hide 'neath the hood |
| [02:35.20] | To kill with no pain |
| [02:37.35] | Like a dog on a chain |
| [02:39.51] | He ain't got no name |
| [02:41.55] | But it ain't him to blame |
| [02:43.66] | He's only a pawn in their game. |
| [02:52.38] | Today, medgar evers was buried from the bullet he caught. |
| [02:57.94] | They lowered him down as a king. |
| [03:04.54] | But when the shadowy sun sets on the one |
| [03:09.89] | That fired the gun |
| [03:11.90] | He'll see by his grave |
| [03:13.91] | On the stone that remains |
| [03:17.26] | Carved next to his name |
| [03:19.31] | His epitaph plain: |
| [03:21.71] | Only a pawn in their game. |
| [00:00.00] | zuo ci : Bob Dylan |
| [00:00.85] | zuo qu : Bob Dylan |
| [00:01.70] | A bullet from the back of a bush took medgar evers' blood. |
| [00:07.26] | A finger fired the trigger to his name. |
| [00:13.33] | A handle hid out in the dark |
| [00:17.92] | A hand set the spark |
| [00:19.98] | Two eyes took the aim |
| [00:21.89] | Behind a man' s brain |
| [00:26.19] | But he can' t be blamed |
| [00:29.19] | He' s only a pawn in their game. |
| [00:36.21] | A south politician preaches to the poor white man, |
| [00:42.36] | you got more than the blacks, don' t complain. |
| [00:48.22] | You' re better than them, you been born with white skin, they explain. |
| [00:54.24] | And the negro' s name |
| [00:57.29] | Is used it is plain |
| [01:01.29] | For the politician' s gain |
| [01:04.35] | As he rises to fame |
| [01:07.50] | And the poor white remains |
| [01:09.70] | On the caboose of the train |
| [01:11.45] | But it ain' t him to blame |
| [01:13.96] | He' s only a pawn in their game. |
| [01:21.38] | The deputy sheriffs, the soldiers, the governors get paid, |
| [01:29.28] | And the marshals and cops get the same, |
| [01:35.64] | But the poor white man' s used in the hands of them all like a tool. |
| [01:42.70] | He' s taught in his school |
| [01:46.35] | From the start by the rule |
| [01:49.06] | That the laws are with him |
| [01:51.12] | To protect his white skin |
| [01:53.32] | To keep up his hate |
| [01:55.32] | So he never thinks straight |
| [01:57.37] | ' bout the shape that he' s in |
| [01:59.33] | But it ain' t him to blame |
| [02:01.48] | He' s only a pawn in their game. |
| [02:10.54] | From the poverty shacks, he looks from the cracks to the tracks, |
| [02:16.85] | And the hoof beats pound in his brain. |
| [02:21.83] | And he' s taught how to walk in a pack |
| [02:25.58] | Shoot in the back |
| [02:27.34] | With his fist in a clinch |
| [02:29.54] | To hang and to lynch |
| [02:32.44] | To hide ' neath the hood |
| [02:35.20] | To kill with no pain |
| [02:37.35] | Like a dog on a chain |
| [02:39.51] | He ain' t got no name |
| [02:41.55] | But it ain' t him to blame |
| [02:43.66] | He' s only a pawn in their game. |
| [02:52.38] | Today, medgar evers was buried from the bullet he caught. |
| [02:57.94] | They lowered him down as a king. |
| [03:04.54] | But when the shadowy sun sets on the one |
| [03:09.89] | That fired the gun |
| [03:11.90] | He' ll see by his grave |
| [03:13.91] | On the stone that remains |
| [03:17.26] | Carved next to his name |
| [03:19.31] | His epitaph plain: |
| [03:21.71] | Only a pawn in their game. |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : Bob Dylan |
| [00:00.85] | zuò qǔ : Bob Dylan |
| [00:01.70] | A bullet from the back of a bush took medgar evers' blood. |
| [00:07.26] | A finger fired the trigger to his name. |
| [00:13.33] | A handle hid out in the dark |
| [00:17.92] | A hand set the spark |
| [00:19.98] | Two eyes took the aim |
| [00:21.89] | Behind a man' s brain |
| [00:26.19] | But he can' t be blamed |
| [00:29.19] | He' s only a pawn in their game. |
| [00:36.21] | A south politician preaches to the poor white man, |
| [00:42.36] | you got more than the blacks, don' t complain. |
| [00:48.22] | You' re better than them, you been born with white skin, they explain. |
| [00:54.24] | And the negro' s name |
| [00:57.29] | Is used it is plain |
| [01:01.29] | For the politician' s gain |
| [01:04.35] | As he rises to fame |
| [01:07.50] | And the poor white remains |
| [01:09.70] | On the caboose of the train |
| [01:11.45] | But it ain' t him to blame |
| [01:13.96] | He' s only a pawn in their game. |
| [01:21.38] | The deputy sheriffs, the soldiers, the governors get paid, |
| [01:29.28] | And the marshals and cops get the same, |
| [01:35.64] | But the poor white man' s used in the hands of them all like a tool. |
| [01:42.70] | He' s taught in his school |
| [01:46.35] | From the start by the rule |
| [01:49.06] | That the laws are with him |
| [01:51.12] | To protect his white skin |
| [01:53.32] | To keep up his hate |
| [01:55.32] | So he never thinks straight |
| [01:57.37] | ' bout the shape that he' s in |
| [01:59.33] | But it ain' t him to blame |
| [02:01.48] | He' s only a pawn in their game. |
| [02:10.54] | From the poverty shacks, he looks from the cracks to the tracks, |
| [02:16.85] | And the hoof beats pound in his brain. |
| [02:21.83] | And he' s taught how to walk in a pack |
| [02:25.58] | Shoot in the back |
| [02:27.34] | With his fist in a clinch |
| [02:29.54] | To hang and to lynch |
| [02:32.44] | To hide ' neath the hood |
| [02:35.20] | To kill with no pain |
| [02:37.35] | Like a dog on a chain |
| [02:39.51] | He ain' t got no name |
| [02:41.55] | But it ain' t him to blame |
| [02:43.66] | He' s only a pawn in their game. |
| [02:52.38] | Today, medgar evers was buried from the bullet he caught. |
| [02:57.94] | They lowered him down as a king. |
| [03:04.54] | But when the shadowy sun sets on the one |
| [03:09.89] | That fired the gun |
| [03:11.90] | He' ll see by his grave |
| [03:13.91] | On the stone that remains |
| [03:17.26] | Carved next to his name |
| [03:19.31] | His epitaph plain: |
| [03:21.71] | Only a pawn in their game. |
| [00:01.70] | 一颗从灌木丛后射出的子弹取走了梅加·埃弗斯的性命(梅加·埃弗斯:黑人民权运动家) |
| [00:07.26] | 一根手指对着他的名字扣下了扳机 |
| [00:13.33] | 一支枪柄藏在黑暗中 |
| [00:17.92] | 一只手点燃了火花 |
| [00:19.98] | 一双眼瞄准它的目标 |
| [00:21.89] | 准备射向一位男人的后脑 |
| [00:26.19] | 但是枪手却无法被怪罪 |
| [00:29.19] | 他只是他们棋局中的一颗棋子罢了 |
| [00:36.21] | 一位南方的政客向这位穷苦的白人宣扬道, |
| [00:42.36] | “你比那些黑皮拥有的更多,不要再抱怨生活了。 |
| [00:48.22] | 你比他们生来优越,因为你拥有白色的皮肤,”他们如此解释。 |
| [00:54.24] | “黑鬼”这个称呼 |
| [00:57.29] | 一直都在被使用,稀松平常 |
| [01:01.29] | 都是为了这位政客的利益 |
| [01:04.35] | 当政客飞黄腾达时 |
| [01:07.50] | 这位穷困的白人却仍旧只能留在 |
| [01:09.70] | 列车的尾部 |
| [01:11.45] | 但这也不是他的错 |
| [01:13.96] | 他只是他们棋局中的一颗棋子罢了 |
| [01:21.38] | 副警长,军人和地方官员领着工资 |
| [01:29.28] | 司法官和警察也有他们的份 |
| [01:35.64] | 但是这位穷困的白人却在他们的手上像工具一样被使用 |
| [01:42.70] | 他在学校里就被教导 |
| [01:46.35] | 由始至终,天经地义 |
| [01:49.06] | 法律就一直站在他这边 |
| [01:51.12] | 能够保护他的白皮肤 |
| [01:53.32] | 能够让他的仇恨一直高涨 |
| [01:55.32] | 所以他从来就不会仔细思考 |
| [01:57.37] | 自己为什么会有这样的外表 |
| [01:59.33] | 但这也不是他的错 |
| [02:01.48] | 他只是他们棋局中的一颗棋子罢了 |
| [02:10.54] | 在他破旧的棚屋中,他透过墙的裂缝看着外面的铁轨 |
| [02:16.85] | 马蹄声在他脑海中奔腾 |
| [02:21.83] | 他被教会如何隐匿在人群中 |
| [02:25.58] | 如何从人背后开枪 |
| [02:27.34] | 用他紧握的拳头 |
| [02:29.54] | 如何吊死和私刑处死他人 |
| [02:32.44] | 如何藏在斗篷底下 |
| [02:35.20] | 如何杀人而不感受到痛苦 |
| [02:37.35] | 就像铁链拴上的一条走狗 |
| [02:39.51] | 他也没有自己的名字 |
| [02:41.55] | 但这也不是他的错 |
| [02:43.66] | 他只是他们棋局中的一颗棋子罢了 |
| [02:52.38] | 今天,梅加·埃弗斯被射中他的子弹埋葬 |
| [02:57.94] | 他被人们像一位国王一样缓缓放入墓中 |
| [03:04.54] | 但是当朦胧的阳光照在 |
| [03:09.89] | 枪手的身上时 |
| [03:11.90] | 他会在他的坟墓旁看到 |
| [03:13.91] | 那块仅剩的墓碑上 |
| [03:17.26] | 在他的名字旁边还刻着 |
| [03:19.31] | 简单的一行墓志铭: |
| [03:21.71] | 只是他们棋局中的一颗棋子罢了。 |