歌曲 | Percy's Song |
歌手 | Bob Dylan |
专辑 | Talking Too Much (Bootleg) |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Dylan | |
作词 : Dylan | |
Bad news, bad news | |
Come to me where I sleep | |
Turn, turn, turn again | |
Sayin’ one of your friends | |
Is in trouble deep | |
Turn, turn to the rain | |
And the wind | |
Tell me the trouble | |
Tell once to my ear | |
Turn, turn, turn again | |
Joliet prison | |
And ninety-nine years | |
Turn, turn to the rain | |
And the wind | |
Oh what’s the charge | |
Of how this came to be | |
Turn, turn, turn again | |
Manslaughter | |
In the highest of degree | |
Turn, turn to the rain | |
And the wind | |
I sat down and wrote | |
The best words I could write | |
Turn, turn, turn again | |
Explaining to the judge | |
I’d be there on Wednesday night | |
Turn, turn to the rain | |
And the wind | |
Without a reply | |
I left by the moon | |
Turn, turn, turn again | |
And was in his chambers | |
By the next afternoon | |
Turn, turn to the rain | |
And the wind | |
Could ya tell me the facts? | |
I said without fear | |
Turn, turn, turn again | |
That a friend of mine | |
Would get ninety-nine years | |
Turn, turn to the rain | |
And the wind | |
A crash on the highway | |
Flew the car to a field | |
Turn, turn, turn again | |
There was four persons killed | |
And he was at the wheel | |
Turn, turn to the rain | |
And the wind | |
But I knew him as good | |
As I’m knowin’ myself | |
Turn, turn, turn again | |
And he wouldn’t harm a life | |
That belonged to someone else | |
Turn, turn to the rain | |
And the wind | |
The judge spoke | |
Out of the side of his mouth | |
Turn, turn, turn again | |
Sayin’, “The witness who saw | |
He left little doubt” | |
Turn, turn to the rain | |
And the wind | |
That may be true | |
He’s got a sentence to serve | |
Turn, turn, turn again | |
But ninety-nine years | |
He just don’t deserve | |
Turn, turn to the rain | |
And the wind | |
Too late, too late | |
For his case it is sealed | |
Turn, turn, turn again | |
His sentence is passed | |
And it cannot be repealed | |
Turn, turn to the rain | |
And the wind | |
But he ain’t no criminal | |
And his crime it is none | |
Turn, turn, turn again | |
What happened to him | |
Could happen to anyone | |
Turn, turn to the rain | |
And the wind | |
And at that the judge jerked forward | |
And his face it did freeze | |
Turn, turn, turn again | |
Sayin’, “Could you kindly leave | |
My office now, please” | |
Turn, turn to the rain | |
And the wind | |
Well his eyes looked funny | |
And I stood up so slow | |
Turn, turn, turn again | |
With no other choice | |
Except for to go | |
Turn, turn to the rain | |
And the wind | |
I walked down the hallway | |
And I heard his door slam | |
Turn, turn, turn again | |
I walked down the courthouse stairs | |
And I did not understand | |
Turn, turn to the rain | |
And the wind | |
And I played my guitar | |
Through the night to the day | |
Turn, turn, turn again | |
And the only tune | |
My guitar could play | |
Was, “Oh the Cruel Rain | |
And the Wind” |
zuo qu : Dylan | |
zuo ci : Dylan | |
Bad news, bad news | |
Come to me where I sleep | |
Turn, turn, turn again | |
Sayin' one of your friends | |
Is in trouble deep | |
Turn, turn to the rain | |
And the wind | |
Tell me the trouble | |
Tell once to my ear | |
Turn, turn, turn again | |
Joliet prison | |
And ninetynine years | |
Turn, turn to the rain | |
And the wind | |
Oh what' s the charge | |
Of how this came to be | |
Turn, turn, turn again | |
Manslaughter | |
In the highest of degree | |
Turn, turn to the rain | |
And the wind | |
I sat down and wrote | |
The best words I could write | |
Turn, turn, turn again | |
Explaining to the judge | |
I' d be there on Wednesday night | |
Turn, turn to the rain | |
And the wind | |
Without a reply | |
I left by the moon | |
Turn, turn, turn again | |
And was in his chambers | |
By the next afternoon | |
Turn, turn to the rain | |
And the wind | |
Could ya tell me the facts? | |
I said without fear | |
Turn, turn, turn again | |
That a friend of mine | |
Would get ninetynine years | |
Turn, turn to the rain | |
And the wind | |
A crash on the highway | |
Flew the car to a field | |
Turn, turn, turn again | |
There was four persons killed | |
And he was at the wheel | |
Turn, turn to the rain | |
And the wind | |
But I knew him as good | |
As I' m knowin' myself | |
Turn, turn, turn again | |
And he wouldn' t harm a life | |
That belonged to someone else | |
Turn, turn to the rain | |
And the wind | |
The judge spoke | |
Out of the side of his mouth | |
Turn, turn, turn again | |
Sayin', " The witness who saw | |
He left little doubt" | |
Turn, turn to the rain | |
And the wind | |
That may be true | |
He' s got a sentence to serve | |
Turn, turn, turn again | |
But ninetynine years | |
He just don' t deserve | |
Turn, turn to the rain | |
And the wind | |
Too late, too late | |
For his case it is sealed | |
Turn, turn, turn again | |
His sentence is passed | |
And it cannot be repealed | |
Turn, turn to the rain | |
And the wind | |
But he ain' t no criminal | |
And his crime it is none | |
Turn, turn, turn again | |
What happened to him | |
Could happen to anyone | |
Turn, turn to the rain | |
And the wind | |
And at that the judge jerked forward | |
And his face it did freeze | |
Turn, turn, turn again | |
Sayin', " Could you kindly leave | |
My office now, please" | |
Turn, turn to the rain | |
And the wind | |
Well his eyes looked funny | |
And I stood up so slow | |
Turn, turn, turn again | |
With no other choice | |
Except for to go | |
Turn, turn to the rain | |
And the wind | |
I walked down the hallway | |
And I heard his door slam | |
Turn, turn, turn again | |
I walked down the courthouse stairs | |
And I did not understand | |
Turn, turn to the rain | |
And the wind | |
And I played my guitar | |
Through the night to the day | |
Turn, turn, turn again | |
And the only tune | |
My guitar could play | |
Was, " Oh the Cruel Rain | |
And the Wind" |
zuò qǔ : Dylan | |
zuò cí : Dylan | |
Bad news, bad news | |
Come to me where I sleep | |
Turn, turn, turn again | |
Sayin' one of your friends | |
Is in trouble deep | |
Turn, turn to the rain | |
And the wind | |
Tell me the trouble | |
Tell once to my ear | |
Turn, turn, turn again | |
Joliet prison | |
And ninetynine years | |
Turn, turn to the rain | |
And the wind | |
Oh what' s the charge | |
Of how this came to be | |
Turn, turn, turn again | |
Manslaughter | |
In the highest of degree | |
Turn, turn to the rain | |
And the wind | |
I sat down and wrote | |
The best words I could write | |
Turn, turn, turn again | |
Explaining to the judge | |
I' d be there on Wednesday night | |
Turn, turn to the rain | |
And the wind | |
Without a reply | |
I left by the moon | |
Turn, turn, turn again | |
And was in his chambers | |
By the next afternoon | |
Turn, turn to the rain | |
And the wind | |
Could ya tell me the facts? | |
I said without fear | |
Turn, turn, turn again | |
That a friend of mine | |
Would get ninetynine years | |
Turn, turn to the rain | |
And the wind | |
A crash on the highway | |
Flew the car to a field | |
Turn, turn, turn again | |
There was four persons killed | |
And he was at the wheel | |
Turn, turn to the rain | |
And the wind | |
But I knew him as good | |
As I' m knowin' myself | |
Turn, turn, turn again | |
And he wouldn' t harm a life | |
That belonged to someone else | |
Turn, turn to the rain | |
And the wind | |
The judge spoke | |
Out of the side of his mouth | |
Turn, turn, turn again | |
Sayin', " The witness who saw | |
He left little doubt" | |
Turn, turn to the rain | |
And the wind | |
That may be true | |
He' s got a sentence to serve | |
Turn, turn, turn again | |
But ninetynine years | |
He just don' t deserve | |
Turn, turn to the rain | |
And the wind | |
Too late, too late | |
For his case it is sealed | |
Turn, turn, turn again | |
His sentence is passed | |
And it cannot be repealed | |
Turn, turn to the rain | |
And the wind | |
But he ain' t no criminal | |
And his crime it is none | |
Turn, turn, turn again | |
What happened to him | |
Could happen to anyone | |
Turn, turn to the rain | |
And the wind | |
And at that the judge jerked forward | |
And his face it did freeze | |
Turn, turn, turn again | |
Sayin', " Could you kindly leave | |
My office now, please" | |
Turn, turn to the rain | |
And the wind | |
Well his eyes looked funny | |
And I stood up so slow | |
Turn, turn, turn again | |
With no other choice | |
Except for to go | |
Turn, turn to the rain | |
And the wind | |
I walked down the hallway | |
And I heard his door slam | |
Turn, turn, turn again | |
I walked down the courthouse stairs | |
And I did not understand | |
Turn, turn to the rain | |
And the wind | |
And I played my guitar | |
Through the night to the day | |
Turn, turn, turn again | |
And the only tune | |
My guitar could play | |
Was, " Oh the Cruel Rain | |
And the Wind" |