歌曲 | Blind Willie McTell |
歌手 | Bob Dylan |
专辑 | Music & Photos |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
[00:17.400] | Seen the arrow on the doopost |
[00:23.580] | Saying, "This land is condemned“ |
[00:31.400] | All the way from New Orleans |
[00:37.400] | To Jerusalem" |
[00:42.580] | I traveled through East Texas |
[00:49.580] | Where many martyrs fell |
[00:55.400] | And I know no one can sing the blues |
[01:00.580] | Like Blind Willie McTell |
[01:10.400] | Well, I heard that hoot owl singing |
[01:17.580] | As they were taking down the tents |
[01:24.400] | The stars above the barren trees |
[01:29.400] | Were his only audience |
[01:35.400] | Them charcoal gypsy maidens |
[01:42.400] | Can strut their feathers well |
[01:48.400] | But nobody can sing the blues |
[01:53.400] | Like Blind Wwllie McTell |
[02:03.400] | See them big plantations burning |
[02:09.400] | Hear the cracking of the whips |
[02:15.400] | Smell that sweet magnolia blooming |
[02:20.400] | See the ghosts of slavery ships |
[02:26.400] | I can hear them tribes a-moaning |
[02:34.400] | Hear that undertaker's bell |
[02:40.400] | Nobody can sing the blues |
[02:45.400] | Like Blind Willie McTell |
[02:51.400] | There's a woman by the river |
[02:57.400] | With some fine young handsome man |
[03:03.400] | He's dressed up like a squire |
[03:10.400] | Bootlegged whiskey in his hand |
[03:15.400] | There's a chain gang on the highway |
[03:22.400] | I can hear them rebels yell |
[03:27.580] | And I know no one can sing the blues |
[03:33.500] | Like Blind Willie McTell |
[04:06.400] | Well, God is in His heaven |
[04:14.400] | And we all want what's his |
[04:20.400] | But power and greed and corruptible seed |
[04:25.400] | Seem to be all that there is |
[04:31.400] | I'm gazing out the window |
[04:38.400] | Of the St.james Hotel |
[04:44.400] | And I know no one can sing the blues |
[04:50.400] | Like Blind willie McTell |
[00:17.400] | Seen the arrow on the doopost |
[00:23.580] | Saying, " This land is condemned" |
[00:31.400] | All the way from New Orleans |
[00:37.400] | To Jerusalem" |
[00:42.580] | I traveled through East Texas |
[00:49.580] | Where many martyrs fell |
[00:55.400] | And I know no one can sing the blues |
[01:00.580] | Like Blind Willie McTell |
[01:10.400] | Well, I heard that hoot owl singing |
[01:17.580] | As they were taking down the tents |
[01:24.400] | The stars above the barren trees |
[01:29.400] | Were his only audience |
[01:35.400] | Them charcoal gypsy maidens |
[01:42.400] | Can strut their feathers well |
[01:48.400] | But nobody can sing the blues |
[01:53.400] | Like Blind Wwllie McTell |
[02:03.400] | See them big plantations burning |
[02:09.400] | Hear the cracking of the whips |
[02:15.400] | Smell that sweet magnolia blooming |
[02:20.400] | See the ghosts of slavery ships |
[02:26.400] | I can hear them tribes amoaning |
[02:34.400] | Hear that undertaker' s bell |
[02:40.400] | Nobody can sing the blues |
[02:45.400] | Like Blind Willie McTell |
[02:51.400] | There' s a woman by the river |
[02:57.400] | With some fine young handsome man |
[03:03.400] | He' s dressed up like a squire |
[03:10.400] | Bootlegged whiskey in his hand |
[03:15.400] | There' s a chain gang on the highway |
[03:22.400] | I can hear them rebels yell |
[03:27.580] | And I know no one can sing the blues |
[03:33.500] | Like Blind Willie McTell |
[04:06.400] | Well, God is in His heaven |
[04:14.400] | And we all want what' s his |
[04:20.400] | But power and greed and corruptible seed |
[04:25.400] | Seem to be all that there is |
[04:31.400] | I' m gazing out the window |
[04:38.400] | Of the St. james Hotel |
[04:44.400] | And I know no one can sing the blues |
[04:50.400] | Like Blind willie McTell |
[00:17.400] | Seen the arrow on the doopost |
[00:23.580] | Saying, " This land is condemned" |
[00:31.400] | All the way from New Orleans |
[00:37.400] | To Jerusalem" |
[00:42.580] | I traveled through East Texas |
[00:49.580] | Where many martyrs fell |
[00:55.400] | And I know no one can sing the blues |
[01:00.580] | Like Blind Willie McTell |
[01:10.400] | Well, I heard that hoot owl singing |
[01:17.580] | As they were taking down the tents |
[01:24.400] | The stars above the barren trees |
[01:29.400] | Were his only audience |
[01:35.400] | Them charcoal gypsy maidens |
[01:42.400] | Can strut their feathers well |
[01:48.400] | But nobody can sing the blues |
[01:53.400] | Like Blind Wwllie McTell |
[02:03.400] | See them big plantations burning |
[02:09.400] | Hear the cracking of the whips |
[02:15.400] | Smell that sweet magnolia blooming |
[02:20.400] | See the ghosts of slavery ships |
[02:26.400] | I can hear them tribes amoaning |
[02:34.400] | Hear that undertaker' s bell |
[02:40.400] | Nobody can sing the blues |
[02:45.400] | Like Blind Willie McTell |
[02:51.400] | There' s a woman by the river |
[02:57.400] | With some fine young handsome man |
[03:03.400] | He' s dressed up like a squire |
[03:10.400] | Bootlegged whiskey in his hand |
[03:15.400] | There' s a chain gang on the highway |
[03:22.400] | I can hear them rebels yell |
[03:27.580] | And I know no one can sing the blues |
[03:33.500] | Like Blind Willie McTell |
[04:06.400] | Well, God is in His heaven |
[04:14.400] | And we all want what' s his |
[04:20.400] | But power and greed and corruptible seed |
[04:25.400] | Seem to be all that there is |
[04:31.400] | I' m gazing out the window |
[04:38.400] | Of the St. james Hotel |
[04:44.400] | And I know no one can sing the blues |
[04:50.400] | Like Blind willie McTell |
[00:17.400] | 利箭钉在门柱 |
[00:23.580] | 这一片土地已被诅咒 |
[00:31.400] | 从新奥尔良到耶路撒冷 |
[00:37.400] | 路路皆然” |
[00:42.580] | 我穿行东德克萨斯 |
[00:49.580] | 殉道者们纷纷倒毙 |
[00:55.400] | 我明白已无人能再唱出这首布鲁斯 |
[01:00.580] | 像盲威利·麦克泰尔 |
[01:10.400] | 我听见夜枭的哭叫 |
[01:17.580] | 当它们飞下站在帐篷顶 |
[01:24.400] | 夜星悬在枯枝 |
[01:29.400] | 那是他唯一的观众 |
[01:35.400] | 黝黑的吉普赛处女 |
[01:42.400] | 能一展她们的妩媚 |
[01:48.400] | 但无人能再唱出这首布鲁斯 |
[01:53.400] | 像盲威利·麦克泰尔 |
[02:03.400] | 大种植园化作火海 |
[02:09.400] | 鞭子在劈啪作响 |
[02:15.400] | 木兰花弥散着清香 |
[02:20.400] | 运奴船幽灵般隐现 |
[02:26.400] | 我听见那些部落的悲哭 |
[02:34.400] | 送葬人摇响丧钟 |
[02:40.400] | 无人能再唱出这首布鲁斯 |
[02:45.400] | 像盲威利·麦克泰尔 |
[02:51.400] | 河边有个女人 |
[02:57.400] | 身边有位英俊的年轻人 |
[03:03.400] | 他穿得像个绅士 |
[03:10.400] | 手中握着瓶私藏的威士忌 |
[03:15.400] | 高速公路上的一伙狂徒 |
[03:22.400] | 发出反叛者的高呼 |
[03:27.580] | 我明白已无人能再唱出这首布鲁斯 |
[03:33.500] | 像盲威利·麦克泰尔 |
[04:06.400] | 上帝在他的天堂里 |
[04:14.400] | 我们都想到他那去 |
[04:20.400] | 但权力、贪婪和腐败的种子 |
[04:25.400] | 那里似乎也一样不少 |
[04:31.400] | 我凝望着窗外 |
[04:38.400] | 在圣詹姆斯旅馆里 |
[04:44.400] | 我明白已无人能再唱出这首布鲁斯 |
[04:50.400] | 像盲威利·麦克泰尔 |