Song | Hobo Bill's Last Ride |
Artist | Hank Snow |
Album | The One and Only Hank Snow (HD Remastered) |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.000] | 作曲 : Jimmie Rodgers |
[00:08.02] | Riding on the eastbound freight train |
[00:12.26] | Speeding through the night |
[00:16.09] | Hobo Bill a railroad bum |
[00:19.16] | Was fighting for his life |
[00:22.62] | The sadness of his eyes revealed |
[00:26.40] | The torture of his soul |
[00:30.51] | He raised a weak and weary hand |
[00:34.20] | To brush away the coal. |
[00:37.36] | No warm lights flickered round him |
[00:41.59] | No blankets there to hold |
[00:45.14] | Nothing but the howling wind |
[00:49.04] | That the driving rain so cold |
[00:52.46] | When he heard a whistle blowing |
[00:55.94] | In a dreamy kind of way |
[00:59.92] | The hobo seemed contented |
[01:03.46] | For he smile there where he lay |
[01:06.94] | |
[01:14.79] | Outside the rain was falling |
[01:18.85] | On the lonesome boxcar door |
[01:22.50] | But the little form of Hobo Bill |
[01:26.35] | Lay still upon the floor |
[01:30.16] | And the train sped through the darkness |
[01:33.41] | And the raging storm outside |
[01:37.57] | No one knew that Hobo Bill |
[01:41.31] | Was taking his last ride |
[01:43.93] | |
[01:52.39] | It was early in the morning |
[01:55.85] | When they raised the hobo's head |
[02:00.02] | The smile still lingered on his face |
[02:03.74] | But Hobo Bill was dead |
[02:07.53] | There was no mother longing |
[02:10.87] | To soothe his weary soul |
[02:14.98] | For he was just a railroad bum |
[02:18.60] | Who died out in the cold |
[02:21.18] |
[00:00.000] | zuo qu : Jimmie Rodgers |
[00:08.02] | Riding on the eastbound freight train |
[00:12.26] | Speeding through the night |
[00:16.09] | Hobo Bill a railroad bum |
[00:19.16] | Was fighting for his life |
[00:22.62] | The sadness of his eyes revealed |
[00:26.40] | The torture of his soul |
[00:30.51] | He raised a weak and weary hand |
[00:34.20] | To brush away the coal. |
[00:37.36] | No warm lights flickered round him |
[00:41.59] | No blankets there to hold |
[00:45.14] | Nothing but the howling wind |
[00:49.04] | That the driving rain so cold |
[00:52.46] | When he heard a whistle blowing |
[00:55.94] | In a dreamy kind of way |
[00:59.92] | The hobo seemed contented |
[01:03.46] | For he smile there where he lay |
[01:06.94] | |
[01:14.79] | Outside the rain was falling |
[01:18.85] | On the lonesome boxcar door |
[01:22.50] | But the little form of Hobo Bill |
[01:26.35] | Lay still upon the floor |
[01:30.16] | And the train sped through the darkness |
[01:33.41] | And the raging storm outside |
[01:37.57] | No one knew that Hobo Bill |
[01:41.31] | Was taking his last ride |
[01:43.93] | |
[01:52.39] | It was early in the morning |
[01:55.85] | When they raised the hobo' s head |
[02:00.02] | The smile still lingered on his face |
[02:03.74] | But Hobo Bill was dead |
[02:07.53] | There was no mother longing |
[02:10.87] | To soothe his weary soul |
[02:14.98] | For he was just a railroad bum |
[02:18.60] | Who died out in the cold |
[02:21.18] |
[00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : Jimmie Rodgers |
[00:08.02] | Riding on the eastbound freight train |
[00:12.26] | Speeding through the night |
[00:16.09] | Hobo Bill a railroad bum |
[00:19.16] | Was fighting for his life |
[00:22.62] | The sadness of his eyes revealed |
[00:26.40] | The torture of his soul |
[00:30.51] | He raised a weak and weary hand |
[00:34.20] | To brush away the coal. |
[00:37.36] | No warm lights flickered round him |
[00:41.59] | No blankets there to hold |
[00:45.14] | Nothing but the howling wind |
[00:49.04] | That the driving rain so cold |
[00:52.46] | When he heard a whistle blowing |
[00:55.94] | In a dreamy kind of way |
[00:59.92] | The hobo seemed contented |
[01:03.46] | For he smile there where he lay |
[01:06.94] | |
[01:14.79] | Outside the rain was falling |
[01:18.85] | On the lonesome boxcar door |
[01:22.50] | But the little form of Hobo Bill |
[01:26.35] | Lay still upon the floor |
[01:30.16] | And the train sped through the darkness |
[01:33.41] | And the raging storm outside |
[01:37.57] | No one knew that Hobo Bill |
[01:41.31] | Was taking his last ride |
[01:43.93] | |
[01:52.39] | It was early in the morning |
[01:55.85] | When they raised the hobo' s head |
[02:00.02] | The smile still lingered on his face |
[02:03.74] | But Hobo Bill was dead |
[02:07.53] | There was no mother longing |
[02:10.87] | To soothe his weary soul |
[02:14.98] | For he was just a railroad bum |
[02:18.60] | Who died out in the cold |
[02:21.18] |