歌曲 | Blind Willie McTell |
歌手 | Bob Dylan |
专辑 | The Bootleg Series, Vols. 1-3 (Rare & Unreleased) 1961-1991 |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.69] | Artist:bob dylan |
[00:02.43] | Songs Title:blind willie mctell |
[00:05.24] | |
[00:19.03] | Seen the arrow on the doorpost |
[00:24.40] | |
[00:25.40] | Saying, this land is condemned |
[00:29.27] | |
[00:32.57] | All the way from new orleans |
[00:38.75] | To jerusalem. |
[00:42.06] | |
[00:43.87] | I traveled through east texas |
[00:47.84] | |
[00:50.71] | Where many martyrs fell |
[00:55.08] | |
[00:56.21] | And I know no one can sing the blues |
[01:01.82] | Like blind willie mctell |
[01:06.00] | |
[01:10.87] | Well, I heard the hoot owl singing |
[01:15.92] | |
[01:18.11] | As they were taking down the tents |
[01:21.85] | |
[01:24.16] | The stars above the barren trees |
[01:28.90] | Were his only audience |
[01:32.64] | |
[01:35.44] | Them charcoal gypsy maidens |
[01:42.18] | Can strut their feathers well |
[01:46.18] | |
[01:48.36] | But nobody can sing the blues |
[01:53.54] | Like blind willie mctell |
[01:57.70] | |
[02:03.57] | See them big plantations burning |
[02:09.75] | Hear the cracking of the whips |
[02:12.91] | |
[02:15.28] | Smell that sweet magnolia blooming |
[02:18.85] | |
[02:20.22] | see the ghosts of slavery ships |
[02:24.72] | |
[02:26.65] | I can hear them tribes a-moaning |
[02:30.41] | |
[02:33.72] | hear the undertakers bell |
[02:37.21] | |
[02:39.86] | nobody can sing the blues |
[02:44.05] | |
[02:45.23] | Like blind willie mctell |
[02:48.79] | |
[02:50.72] | Theres a woman by the river |
[02:54.95] | |
[02:57.57] | With some fine young handsome man |
[03:03.75] | Hes dressed up like a squire |
[03:06.43] | |
[03:09.93] | Bootlegged whiskey in his hand |
[03:13.73] | |
[03:14.92] | Theres a chain gang on the highway |
[03:18.97] | |
[03:21.66] | I can hear them rebels yell |
[03:25.15] | |
[03:27.65] | And I know no one can sing the blues |
[03:33.45] | Like blind willie mctell |
[03:37.63] | |
[04:06.52] | Well, God is in heaven |
[04:10.27] | |
[04:13.82] | And we all want whats his |
[04:19.69] | But power and greed and corruptible seed |
[04:25.30] | Seem to be all that there is |
[04:29.55] | |
[04:31.86] | Im gazing out the window |
[04:35.79] | |
[04:37.97] | Of the st. james hotel |
[04:41.90] | |
[04:43.96] | And I know no one can sing the blues |
[04:49.83] | Like blind willie mctell |
[00:00.69] | Artist: bob dylan |
[00:02.43] | Songs Title: blind willie mctell |
[00:05.24] | |
[00:19.03] | Seen the arrow on the doorpost |
[00:24.40] | |
[00:25.40] | Saying, this land is condemned |
[00:29.27] | |
[00:32.57] | All the way from new orleans |
[00:38.75] | To jerusalem. |
[00:42.06] | |
[00:43.87] | I traveled through east texas |
[00:47.84] | |
[00:50.71] | Where many martyrs fell |
[00:55.08] | |
[00:56.21] | And I know no one can sing the blues |
[01:01.82] | Like blind willie mctell |
[01:06.00] | |
[01:10.87] | Well, I heard the hoot owl singing |
[01:15.92] | |
[01:18.11] | As they were taking down the tents |
[01:21.85] | |
[01:24.16] | The stars above the barren trees |
[01:28.90] | Were his only audience |
[01:32.64] | |
[01:35.44] | Them charcoal gypsy maidens |
[01:42.18] | Can strut their feathers well |
[01:46.18] | |
[01:48.36] | But nobody can sing the blues |
[01:53.54] | Like blind willie mctell |
[01:57.70] | |
[02:03.57] | See them big plantations burning |
[02:09.75] | Hear the cracking of the whips |
[02:12.91] | |
[02:15.28] | Smell that sweet magnolia blooming |
[02:18.85] | |
[02:20.22] | see the ghosts of slavery ships |
[02:24.72] | |
[02:26.65] | I can hear them tribes amoaning |
[02:30.41] | |
[02:33.72] | hear the undertakers bell |
[02:37.21] | |
[02:39.86] | nobody can sing the blues |
[02:44.05] | |
[02:45.23] | Like blind willie mctell |
[02:48.79] | |
[02:50.72] | Theres a woman by the river |
[02:54.95] | |
[02:57.57] | With some fine young handsome man |
[03:03.75] | Hes dressed up like a squire |
[03:06.43] | |
[03:09.93] | Bootlegged whiskey in his hand |
[03:13.73] | |
[03:14.92] | Theres a chain gang on the highway |
[03:18.97] | |
[03:21.66] | I can hear them rebels yell |
[03:25.15] | |
[03:27.65] | And I know no one can sing the blues |
[03:33.45] | Like blind willie mctell |
[03:37.63] | |
[04:06.52] | Well, God is in heaven |
[04:10.27] | |
[04:13.82] | And we all want whats his |
[04:19.69] | But power and greed and corruptible seed |
[04:25.30] | Seem to be all that there is |
[04:29.55] | |
[04:31.86] | Im gazing out the window |
[04:35.79] | |
[04:37.97] | Of the st. james hotel |
[04:41.90] | |
[04:43.96] | And I know no one can sing the blues |
[04:49.83] | Like blind willie mctell |
[00:00.69] | Artist: bob dylan |
[00:02.43] | Songs Title: blind willie mctell |
[00:05.24] | |
[00:19.03] | Seen the arrow on the doorpost |
[00:24.40] | |
[00:25.40] | Saying, this land is condemned |
[00:29.27] | |
[00:32.57] | All the way from new orleans |
[00:38.75] | To jerusalem. |
[00:42.06] | |
[00:43.87] | I traveled through east texas |
[00:47.84] | |
[00:50.71] | Where many martyrs fell |
[00:55.08] | |
[00:56.21] | And I know no one can sing the blues |
[01:01.82] | Like blind willie mctell |
[01:06.00] | |
[01:10.87] | Well, I heard the hoot owl singing |
[01:15.92] | |
[01:18.11] | As they were taking down the tents |
[01:21.85] | |
[01:24.16] | The stars above the barren trees |
[01:28.90] | Were his only audience |
[01:32.64] | |
[01:35.44] | Them charcoal gypsy maidens |
[01:42.18] | Can strut their feathers well |
[01:46.18] | |
[01:48.36] | But nobody can sing the blues |
[01:53.54] | Like blind willie mctell |
[01:57.70] | |
[02:03.57] | See them big plantations burning |
[02:09.75] | Hear the cracking of the whips |
[02:12.91] | |
[02:15.28] | Smell that sweet magnolia blooming |
[02:18.85] | |
[02:20.22] | see the ghosts of slavery ships |
[02:24.72] | |
[02:26.65] | I can hear them tribes amoaning |
[02:30.41] | |
[02:33.72] | hear the undertakers bell |
[02:37.21] | |
[02:39.86] | nobody can sing the blues |
[02:44.05] | |
[02:45.23] | Like blind willie mctell |
[02:48.79] | |
[02:50.72] | Theres a woman by the river |
[02:54.95] | |
[02:57.57] | With some fine young handsome man |
[03:03.75] | Hes dressed up like a squire |
[03:06.43] | |
[03:09.93] | Bootlegged whiskey in his hand |
[03:13.73] | |
[03:14.92] | Theres a chain gang on the highway |
[03:18.97] | |
[03:21.66] | I can hear them rebels yell |
[03:25.15] | |
[03:27.65] | And I know no one can sing the blues |
[03:33.45] | Like blind willie mctell |
[03:37.63] | |
[04:06.52] | Well, God is in heaven |
[04:10.27] | |
[04:13.82] | And we all want whats his |
[04:19.69] | But power and greed and corruptible seed |
[04:25.30] | Seem to be all that there is |
[04:29.55] | |
[04:31.86] | Im gazing out the window |
[04:35.79] | |
[04:37.97] | Of the st. james hotel |
[04:41.90] | |
[04:43.96] | And I know no one can sing the blues |
[04:49.83] | Like blind willie mctell |
[00:00.69] | 作者:鲍勃 迪伦 |
[00:02.43] | 歌名:失明的威利·麦克泰尔 |
[00:19.03] | 我看到,钉在门柱上的箭头 |
[00:25.40] | 宣告着,这片土地充满罪恶 |
[00:32.57] | 一路从新奥尔良 |
[00:38.75] | 到耶路撒冷,无一幸免 |
[00:43.87] | 我穿行过德克萨斯东部 |
[00:50.71] | 那是许多烈士战死的地方 |
[00:56.21] | 我知道,没人可以像失明的威利·麦克泰尔这样 |
[01:01.82] | 歌唱蓝调 |
[01:10.87] | 就像,他们正在摧毁帐篷时 |
[01:18.11] | 猫头鹰的号叫 |
[01:24.16] | 枯林之上的群星 |
[01:28.90] | 是他唯一的听众 |
[01:35.44] | 那些黝黑的吉普赛少女 |
[01:42.18] | 能炫耀她们的羽毛何其绚丽 |
[01:48.36] | 但没人能像失明的威利·麦克泰尔这样 |
[01:53.54] | 歌唱蓝调 |
[02:03.57] | 种植园在眼前付之一炬 |
[02:09.75] | 罪恶的鞭子在耳旁爆裂 |
[02:15.28] | 香甜的木兰花在心中盛开 |
[02:20.22] | 幽灵般的奴隶船在脑中浮现 |
[02:26.65] | 我能听见那些部落在呻吟 |
[02:33.72] | 听见送葬人的钟声响起 |
[02:39.86] | 没人可以像失明的威利·麦克泰尔这样 |
[02:45.23] | 歌唱蓝调 |
[02:50.72] | 河边的女士身旁 |
[02:57.57] | 是一个年轻而英俊的男人 |
[03:03.75] | 他打扮得像个乡绅 |
[03:09.93] | 手里却拿着走私的威士忌 |
[03:14.92] | 一群戴着铁链的劳工在公路上 |
[03:21.66] | 发出反叛者的叫喊声 |
[03:27.65] | 我坚信,没有人可以像失明的威利·麦克泰尔这样 |
[03:33.45] | 歌唱蓝调 |
[04:06.52] | 上帝在天堂之上 |
[04:13.82] | 我们都想要他的馈赠 |
[04:19.69] | 但那里似乎只有 |
[04:25.30] | 权力、贪婪和腐败的种子 |
[04:31.86] | 我凝视着圣·杰姆斯旅店的 |
[04:37.97] | 窗外 |
[04:43.96] | 没有人可以像失明的威利·麦克泰尔这样 |
[04:49.83] | 歌唱蓝调 |