歌曲 | Dylan's Hard Rain |
歌手 | Ryan Bingham |
专辑 | Roadhouse Sun |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Bingham | |
Well, I'm a homeless man | |
With my thumb in the wind | |
I sure miss my kin but then again | |
I'm on the road with a song for you | |
I took a step, | |
I lost a bet | |
They cut off my tongue, now they're full of regret | |
Careful what you say | |
If they ain't gonna listen anyway | |
Just make the cash, bet on the past | |
Everybody's so afraid to be last | |
You can't take back everythin' you leave behind | |
Is everybody so ashamed | |
For lettin' it all slide? | |
Is everybody so afraid? | |
Mr. Dylan's | |
Hard Rain was fair warnin' | |
On a shake down in the alley | |
Breakin' people's faces, gonna start you up a rally | |
I've never seen a day in the sun with the gun | |
That's loaded for you | |
There's some hippies in the back room | |
Rockin' and a-rollin' and a-smokin' to an old tune | |
Someone took the guitar and a match | |
And set peace on fire | |
Hey my brother, what is wrong? | |
You lost all your money on the corner rollin' bones | |
Give him your cash, mother****er | |
He's too fast for you | |
Is everybody so ashamed | |
For lettin' it all slide? | |
Is everybody so afraid? | |
Mr. Dylan's | |
Hard Rain was fair warnin' | |
On the TV, there's a white man | |
Too much make up on his wife with | |
God's plan | |
I guess the religious vote made it to | |
CongressAnd on the border of | |
TijuanaPeople are growin' truck loads of marijuana | |
Maybe someday our friends will be | |
American farmers | |
Then the necklace in the south | |
A few hopeless people still hangin' it around | |
The wind's gonna cut you down in the long run | |
Is everybody so ashamed | |
For lettin' it all slide? | |
I won't be afraid | |
Mr. Dylan's | |
Hard Rain is where it's pourin' in, fair warnin' | |
So can we save us from today? | |
The hands of the wretched are the ones gettin' paid | |
Everythin' stays the same, if you don't change it | |
And all the dreams will bust at the seam | |
It all goes down in the mighty machine | |
You don't care now, but someday you might need it | |
I heard the whistle start to blowin' | |
Then I saw the mountain in the back come tumblin' | |
Everybody's wishin' they could get out of the way | |
Everybody's wishin' they could dig their ass out of the grave |
zuo qu : Bingham | |
Well, I' m a homeless man | |
With my thumb in the wind | |
I sure miss my kin but then again | |
I' m on the road with a song for you | |
I took a step, | |
I lost a bet | |
They cut off my tongue, now they' re full of regret | |
Careful what you say | |
If they ain' t gonna listen anyway | |
Just make the cash, bet on the past | |
Everybody' s so afraid to be last | |
You can' t take back everythin' you leave behind | |
Is everybody so ashamed | |
For lettin' it all slide? | |
Is everybody so afraid? | |
Mr. Dylan' s | |
Hard Rain was fair warnin' | |
On a shake down in the alley | |
Breakin' people' s faces, gonna start you up a rally | |
I' ve never seen a day in the sun with the gun | |
That' s loaded for you | |
There' s some hippies in the back room | |
Rockin' and arollin' and asmokin' to an old tune | |
Someone took the guitar and a match | |
And set peace on fire | |
Hey my brother, what is wrong? | |
You lost all your money on the corner rollin' bones | |
Give him your cash, mother er | |
He' s too fast for you | |
Is everybody so ashamed | |
For lettin' it all slide? | |
Is everybody so afraid? | |
Mr. Dylan' s | |
Hard Rain was fair warnin' | |
On the TV, there' s a white man | |
Too much make up on his wife with | |
God' s plan | |
I guess the religious vote made it to | |
CongressAnd on the border of | |
TijuanaPeople are growin' truck loads of marijuana | |
Maybe someday our friends will be | |
American farmers | |
Then the necklace in the south | |
A few hopeless people still hangin' it around | |
The wind' s gonna cut you down in the long run | |
Is everybody so ashamed | |
For lettin' it all slide? | |
I won' t be afraid | |
Mr. Dylan' s | |
Hard Rain is where it' s pourin' in, fair warnin' | |
So can we save us from today? | |
The hands of the wretched are the ones gettin' paid | |
Everythin' stays the same, if you don' t change it | |
And all the dreams will bust at the seam | |
It all goes down in the mighty machine | |
You don' t care now, but someday you might need it | |
I heard the whistle start to blowin' | |
Then I saw the mountain in the back come tumblin' | |
Everybody' s wishin' they could get out of the way | |
Everybody' s wishin' they could dig their ass out of the grave |
zuò qǔ : Bingham | |
Well, I' m a homeless man | |
With my thumb in the wind | |
I sure miss my kin but then again | |
I' m on the road with a song for you | |
I took a step, | |
I lost a bet | |
They cut off my tongue, now they' re full of regret | |
Careful what you say | |
If they ain' t gonna listen anyway | |
Just make the cash, bet on the past | |
Everybody' s so afraid to be last | |
You can' t take back everythin' you leave behind | |
Is everybody so ashamed | |
For lettin' it all slide? | |
Is everybody so afraid? | |
Mr. Dylan' s | |
Hard Rain was fair warnin' | |
On a shake down in the alley | |
Breakin' people' s faces, gonna start you up a rally | |
I' ve never seen a day in the sun with the gun | |
That' s loaded for you | |
There' s some hippies in the back room | |
Rockin' and arollin' and asmokin' to an old tune | |
Someone took the guitar and a match | |
And set peace on fire | |
Hey my brother, what is wrong? | |
You lost all your money on the corner rollin' bones | |
Give him your cash, mother er | |
He' s too fast for you | |
Is everybody so ashamed | |
For lettin' it all slide? | |
Is everybody so afraid? | |
Mr. Dylan' s | |
Hard Rain was fair warnin' | |
On the TV, there' s a white man | |
Too much make up on his wife with | |
God' s plan | |
I guess the religious vote made it to | |
CongressAnd on the border of | |
TijuanaPeople are growin' truck loads of marijuana | |
Maybe someday our friends will be | |
American farmers | |
Then the necklace in the south | |
A few hopeless people still hangin' it around | |
The wind' s gonna cut you down in the long run | |
Is everybody so ashamed | |
For lettin' it all slide? | |
I won' t be afraid | |
Mr. Dylan' s | |
Hard Rain is where it' s pourin' in, fair warnin' | |
So can we save us from today? | |
The hands of the wretched are the ones gettin' paid | |
Everythin' stays the same, if you don' t change it | |
And all the dreams will bust at the seam | |
It all goes down in the mighty machine | |
You don' t care now, but someday you might need it | |
I heard the whistle start to blowin' | |
Then I saw the mountain in the back come tumblin' | |
Everybody' s wishin' they could get out of the way | |
Everybody' s wishin' they could dig their ass out of the grave |