| [00:00.00] | 作曲 : Joan Baez |
| [00:01.00] | 作词 : Joan Baez |
| [00:05.88] | I'll put flowers at your feet and I will sing to you so sweet |
| [00:13.80] | |
| [00:14.55] | And hope my words will carry home to your heart |
| [00:20.60] | |
| [00:24.04] | You left us marching on the road and said how heavy was the load |
| [00:32.77] | |
| [00:33.40] | The years were young, the struggle barely had its start |
| [00:39.64] | |
| [00:42.63] | Do you hear the voices in the night, Bobby? |
| [00:46.75] | |
| [00:47.58] | They're crying for you |
| [00:50.45] | |
| [00:51.57] | See the children in the morning light, Bobby |
| [00:56.01] | |
| [00:56.69] | They're dying |
| [00:58.06] | |
| [01:00.56] | No one could say it like you said it, we'd only try and just forget it |
| [01:09.61] | |
| [01:10.54] | You stood alone upon the mountain till it was sinking |
| [01:16.78] | |
| [01:19.66] | And in a frenzy we tried to reach you |
| [01:24.14] | With looks and letters we would beseech you |
| [01:28.70] | Never knowing what, where or how you were thinking |
| [01:35.50] | |
| [01:37.81] | Do you hear the voices in the night, Bobby? |
| [01:42.49] | They're crying for you |
| [01:45.24] | |
| [01:46.49] | See the children in the morning light, Bobby |
| [01:51.10] | |
| [01:51.67] | They're dying |
| [01:54.41] | |
| [01:56.47] | Perhaps the pictures in the Times could no longer be put in rhymes |
| [02:04.58] | |
| [02:05.27] | When all the eyes of starving children are wide open |
| [02:11.19] | |
| [02:14.50] | You cast aside the cursed crown and put your magic into a sound |
| [02:22.43] | |
| [02:23.30] | That made me think your heart was aching or even broken |
| [02:29.60] | |
| [02:32.91] | But if God hears my complaint He will forgive you |
| [02:38.84] | |
| [02:41.53] | And so will I, with all respect, I'll just relive you |
| [02:47.83] | |
| [02:50.14] | And likewise, you must understand these things we give you |
| [02:57.41] | |
| [02:59.34] | Like these flowers at your door and scribbled notes about the war |
| [03:09.21] | |
| [03:09.77] | We're only saying the time is short and there is work to do |
| [03:16.75] | |
| [03:18.81] | And we're still marching in the streets with little victories and big defeats |
| [03:26.55] | But there is joy and there is hope and there's a place for you |
| [03:35.22] | |
| [03:36.54] | And you have heard the voices in the night, Bobby |
| [03:41.96] | They're crying for you |
| [03:44.59] | |
| [03:45.96] | See the children in the morning light, Bobby |
| [03:50.51] | |
| [03:51.14] | They're dying |
| [00:00.00] | zuo qu : Joan Baez |
| [00:01.00] | zuo ci : Joan Baez |
| [00:05.88] | I' ll put flowers at your feet and I will sing to you so sweet |
| [00:13.80] | |
| [00:14.55] | And hope my words will carry home to your heart |
| [00:20.60] | |
| [00:24.04] | You left us marching on the road and said how heavy was the load |
| [00:32.77] | |
| [00:33.40] | The years were young, the struggle barely had its start |
| [00:39.64] | |
| [00:42.63] | Do you hear the voices in the night, Bobby? |
| [00:46.75] | |
| [00:47.58] | They' re crying for you |
| [00:50.45] | |
| [00:51.57] | See the children in the morning light, Bobby |
| [00:56.01] | |
| [00:56.69] | They' re dying |
| [00:58.06] | |
| [01:00.56] | No one could say it like you said it, we' d only try and just forget it |
| [01:09.61] | |
| [01:10.54] | You stood alone upon the mountain till it was sinking |
| [01:16.78] | |
| [01:19.66] | And in a frenzy we tried to reach you |
| [01:24.14] | With looks and letters we would beseech you |
| [01:28.70] | Never knowing what, where or how you were thinking |
| [01:35.50] | |
| [01:37.81] | Do you hear the voices in the night, Bobby? |
| [01:42.49] | They' re crying for you |
| [01:45.24] | |
| [01:46.49] | See the children in the morning light, Bobby |
| [01:51.10] | |
| [01:51.67] | They' re dying |
| [01:54.41] | |
| [01:56.47] | Perhaps the pictures in the Times could no longer be put in rhymes |
| [02:04.58] | |
| [02:05.27] | When all the eyes of starving children are wide open |
| [02:11.19] | |
| [02:14.50] | You cast aside the cursed crown and put your magic into a sound |
| [02:22.43] | |
| [02:23.30] | That made me think your heart was aching or even broken |
| [02:29.60] | |
| [02:32.91] | But if God hears my complaint He will forgive you |
| [02:38.84] | |
| [02:41.53] | And so will I, with all respect, I' ll just relive you |
| [02:47.83] | |
| [02:50.14] | And likewise, you must understand these things we give you |
| [02:57.41] | |
| [02:59.34] | Like these flowers at your door and scribbled notes about the war |
| [03:09.21] | |
| [03:09.77] | We' re only saying the time is short and there is work to do |
| [03:16.75] | |
| [03:18.81] | And we' re still marching in the streets with little victories and big defeats |
| [03:26.55] | But there is joy and there is hope and there' s a place for you |
| [03:35.22] | |
| [03:36.54] | And you have heard the voices in the night, Bobby |
| [03:41.96] | They' re crying for you |
| [03:44.59] | |
| [03:45.96] | See the children in the morning light, Bobby |
| [03:50.51] | |
| [03:51.14] | They' re dying |
| [00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Joan Baez |
| [00:01.00] | zuò cí : Joan Baez |
| [00:05.88] | I' ll put flowers at your feet and I will sing to you so sweet |
| [00:13.80] | |
| [00:14.55] | And hope my words will carry home to your heart |
| [00:20.60] | |
| [00:24.04] | You left us marching on the road and said how heavy was the load |
| [00:32.77] | |
| [00:33.40] | The years were young, the struggle barely had its start |
| [00:39.64] | |
| [00:42.63] | Do you hear the voices in the night, Bobby? |
| [00:46.75] | |
| [00:47.58] | They' re crying for you |
| [00:50.45] | |
| [00:51.57] | See the children in the morning light, Bobby |
| [00:56.01] | |
| [00:56.69] | They' re dying |
| [00:58.06] | |
| [01:00.56] | No one could say it like you said it, we' d only try and just forget it |
| [01:09.61] | |
| [01:10.54] | You stood alone upon the mountain till it was sinking |
| [01:16.78] | |
| [01:19.66] | And in a frenzy we tried to reach you |
| [01:24.14] | With looks and letters we would beseech you |
| [01:28.70] | Never knowing what, where or how you were thinking |
| [01:35.50] | |
| [01:37.81] | Do you hear the voices in the night, Bobby? |
| [01:42.49] | They' re crying for you |
| [01:45.24] | |
| [01:46.49] | See the children in the morning light, Bobby |
| [01:51.10] | |
| [01:51.67] | They' re dying |
| [01:54.41] | |
| [01:56.47] | Perhaps the pictures in the Times could no longer be put in rhymes |
| [02:04.58] | |
| [02:05.27] | When all the eyes of starving children are wide open |
| [02:11.19] | |
| [02:14.50] | You cast aside the cursed crown and put your magic into a sound |
| [02:22.43] | |
| [02:23.30] | That made me think your heart was aching or even broken |
| [02:29.60] | |
| [02:32.91] | But if God hears my complaint He will forgive you |
| [02:38.84] | |
| [02:41.53] | And so will I, with all respect, I' ll just relive you |
| [02:47.83] | |
| [02:50.14] | And likewise, you must understand these things we give you |
| [02:57.41] | |
| [02:59.34] | Like these flowers at your door and scribbled notes about the war |
| [03:09.21] | |
| [03:09.77] | We' re only saying the time is short and there is work to do |
| [03:16.75] | |
| [03:18.81] | And we' re still marching in the streets with little victories and big defeats |
| [03:26.55] | But there is joy and there is hope and there' s a place for you |
| [03:35.22] | |
| [03:36.54] | And you have heard the voices in the night, Bobby |
| [03:41.96] | They' re crying for you |
| [03:44.59] | |
| [03:45.96] | See the children in the morning light, Bobby |
| [03:50.51] | |
| [03:51.14] | They' re dying |
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