Song | Farewell, Angelina |
Artist | Joan Baez |
Album | Live in Europe '83: Children of the Eighties |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.00] | 作词 : Dylan |
[00:05.30] | Farewell, Angelina |
[00:07.81] | The bells of the crown |
[00:11.32] | Are being stolen by bandits |
[00:14.08] | I must follow the sound. |
[00:17.83] | The triangle tingles |
[00:19.83] | and the trumpets play slow. |
[00:23.52] | Farewell, Angelina |
[00:26.65] | the sky is on fire |
[00:29.21] | and I must go. |
[00:32.21] | |
[00:35.15] | There's no need for anger |
[00:37.78] | There's no need for blame. |
[00:41.40] | There's nothing to prove |
[00:43.90] | Everything's still the same. |
[00:47.34] | Just a table standing empty |
[00:50.22] | by the edge of the sea means |
[00:53.33] | Farewell, Angelina |
[00:56.33] | the sky is trembling |
[00:58.90] | and I must leave. |
[01:03.15] | |
[01:07.47] | The jack and the queen |
[01:09.34] | have forsake the courtyard. |
[01:13.47] | Fifty-two gypsies |
[01:15.72] | now file past the guards |
[01:19.47] | In the space where the deuce |
[01:21.60] | and the ace once ran wild |
[01:25.22] | Farewell, Angelina |
[01:27.91] | the sky is falling |
[01:30.54] | I'll see you in a while. |
[01:33.98] | |
[01:36.53] | See the cross-eyed pirates sitting |
[01:39.65] | perched in the sun |
[01:42.78] | shooting tin cans |
[01:45.17] | with a sawed-off shotgun. |
[01:48.66] | And the neighobrs they clap |
[01:50.66] | and they cheer with each blast. |
[01:54.04] | Farewell, Angelina |
[01:57.20] | the sky's changing color |
[01:59.58] | and I must leave fast |
[02:03.52] | |
[02:10.27] | King Kong, little elves |
[02:12.71] | on the rooftops they dance |
[02:16.03] | Valentino-type tangos |
[02:18.62] | while the makeup man's hands |
[02:22.00] | shut the eyes of the dead |
[02:24.37] | not to embarrass anyone. |
[02:27.56] | But Farewell, Angelina |
[02:30.63] | the sky's embarrassed |
[02:33.19] | and I must be gone. |
[02:37.69] | |
[02:41.32] | The machine guns are roaring |
[02:43.88] | the puppets heave rocks |
[02:47.38] | and fiends nail time bombs |
[02:49.57] | to the hands of the clocks. |
[02:52.95] | Call me any name you like |
[02:55.26] | I will never deny it, |
[02:58.08] | |
[02:58.98] | But Farewell, Angelina |
[03:01.98] | the sky is erupting |
[03:04.17] | I must go where it's quiet. |
[00:00.00] | zuo ci : Dylan |
[00:05.30] | Farewell, Angelina |
[00:07.81] | The bells of the crown |
[00:11.32] | Are being stolen by bandits |
[00:14.08] | I must follow the sound. |
[00:17.83] | The triangle tingles |
[00:19.83] | and the trumpets play slow. |
[00:23.52] | Farewell, Angelina |
[00:26.65] | the sky is on fire |
[00:29.21] | and I must go. |
[00:32.21] | |
[00:35.15] | There' s no need for anger |
[00:37.78] | There' s no need for blame. |
[00:41.40] | There' s nothing to prove |
[00:43.90] | Everything' s still the same. |
[00:47.34] | Just a table standing empty |
[00:50.22] | by the edge of the sea means |
[00:53.33] | Farewell, Angelina |
[00:56.33] | the sky is trembling |
[00:58.90] | and I must leave. |
[01:03.15] | |
[01:07.47] | The jack and the queen |
[01:09.34] | have forsake the courtyard. |
[01:13.47] | Fiftytwo gypsies |
[01:15.72] | now file past the guards |
[01:19.47] | In the space where the deuce |
[01:21.60] | and the ace once ran wild |
[01:25.22] | Farewell, Angelina |
[01:27.91] | the sky is falling |
[01:30.54] | I' ll see you in a while. |
[01:33.98] | |
[01:36.53] | See the crosseyed pirates sitting |
[01:39.65] | perched in the sun |
[01:42.78] | shooting tin cans |
[01:45.17] | with a sawedoff shotgun. |
[01:48.66] | And the neighobrs they clap |
[01:50.66] | and they cheer with each blast. |
[01:54.04] | Farewell, Angelina |
[01:57.20] | the sky' s changing color |
[01:59.58] | and I must leave fast |
[02:03.52] | |
[02:10.27] | King Kong, little elves |
[02:12.71] | on the rooftops they dance |
[02:16.03] | Valentinotype tangos |
[02:18.62] | while the makeup man' s hands |
[02:22.00] | shut the eyes of the dead |
[02:24.37] | not to embarrass anyone. |
[02:27.56] | But Farewell, Angelina |
[02:30.63] | the sky' s embarrassed |
[02:33.19] | and I must be gone. |
[02:37.69] | |
[02:41.32] | The machine guns are roaring |
[02:43.88] | the puppets heave rocks |
[02:47.38] | and fiends nail time bombs |
[02:49.57] | to the hands of the clocks. |
[02:52.95] | Call me any name you like |
[02:55.26] | I will never deny it, |
[02:58.08] | |
[02:58.98] | But Farewell, Angelina |
[03:01.98] | the sky is erupting |
[03:04.17] | I must go where it' s quiet. |
[00:00.00] | zuò cí : Dylan |
[00:05.30] | Farewell, Angelina |
[00:07.81] | The bells of the crown |
[00:11.32] | Are being stolen by bandits |
[00:14.08] | I must follow the sound. |
[00:17.83] | The triangle tingles |
[00:19.83] | and the trumpets play slow. |
[00:23.52] | Farewell, Angelina |
[00:26.65] | the sky is on fire |
[00:29.21] | and I must go. |
[00:32.21] | |
[00:35.15] | There' s no need for anger |
[00:37.78] | There' s no need for blame. |
[00:41.40] | There' s nothing to prove |
[00:43.90] | Everything' s still the same. |
[00:47.34] | Just a table standing empty |
[00:50.22] | by the edge of the sea means |
[00:53.33] | Farewell, Angelina |
[00:56.33] | the sky is trembling |
[00:58.90] | and I must leave. |
[01:03.15] | |
[01:07.47] | The jack and the queen |
[01:09.34] | have forsake the courtyard. |
[01:13.47] | Fiftytwo gypsies |
[01:15.72] | now file past the guards |
[01:19.47] | In the space where the deuce |
[01:21.60] | and the ace once ran wild |
[01:25.22] | Farewell, Angelina |
[01:27.91] | the sky is falling |
[01:30.54] | I' ll see you in a while. |
[01:33.98] | |
[01:36.53] | See the crosseyed pirates sitting |
[01:39.65] | perched in the sun |
[01:42.78] | shooting tin cans |
[01:45.17] | with a sawedoff shotgun. |
[01:48.66] | And the neighobrs they clap |
[01:50.66] | and they cheer with each blast. |
[01:54.04] | Farewell, Angelina |
[01:57.20] | the sky' s changing color |
[01:59.58] | and I must leave fast |
[02:03.52] | |
[02:10.27] | King Kong, little elves |
[02:12.71] | on the rooftops they dance |
[02:16.03] | Valentinotype tangos |
[02:18.62] | while the makeup man' s hands |
[02:22.00] | shut the eyes of the dead |
[02:24.37] | not to embarrass anyone. |
[02:27.56] | But Farewell, Angelina |
[02:30.63] | the sky' s embarrassed |
[02:33.19] | and I must be gone. |
[02:37.69] | |
[02:41.32] | The machine guns are roaring |
[02:43.88] | the puppets heave rocks |
[02:47.38] | and fiends nail time bombs |
[02:49.57] | to the hands of the clocks. |
[02:52.95] | Call me any name you like |
[02:55.26] | I will never deny it, |
[02:58.08] | |
[02:58.98] | But Farewell, Angelina |
[03:01.98] | the sky is erupting |
[03:04.17] | I must go where it' s quiet. |