Song | Tears Of Rage |
Artist | The Band |
Album | A Musical History |
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作词 : Dylan, Manuel | |
We carried you in our arms on Independence Day | |
And now you'd throw us all aside and put us all away | |
Oh, what dear daughter 'neath the sun could treat a father so? | |
To wait upon him hand and foot and always tell him "No" | |
Tears of rage, tears of grief | |
Why must I always be the thief? | |
Come to me now, you know we're so alone | |
And life is brief | |
It was all very painless | |
When you went out to receive | |
All that false instruction | |
Which we never could believe | |
And now the heart is filled with gold | |
As if it was a purse | |
But, oh, what kind of love is this | |
Which goes from bad to worse? | |
Tears of rage, tears of grief | |
Why must I always be the thief? | |
Come to me now, you know we're so alone | |
And life is brief | |
We pointed you the way to go | |
And scratched your name in sand | |
Though you just thought it was nothing more | |
Than a place for you to stand | |
I want you to know that while we watched | |
You discovered no one would be true | |
That I myself was among | |
The ones who thought | |
It was just a childish thing to do | |
Tears of rage, tears of grief | |
Why must I always be the thief? | |
Come to me now, you know we're so alone | |
And life is brief |
zuo ci : Dylan, Manuel | |
We carried you in our arms on Independence Day | |
And now you' d throw us all aside and put us all away | |
Oh, what dear daughter ' neath the sun could treat a father so? | |
To wait upon him hand and foot and always tell him " No" | |
Tears of rage, tears of grief | |
Why must I always be the thief? | |
Come to me now, you know we' re so alone | |
And life is brief | |
It was all very painless | |
When you went out to receive | |
All that false instruction | |
Which we never could believe | |
And now the heart is filled with gold | |
As if it was a purse | |
But, oh, what kind of love is this | |
Which goes from bad to worse? | |
Tears of rage, tears of grief | |
Why must I always be the thief? | |
Come to me now, you know we' re so alone | |
And life is brief | |
We pointed you the way to go | |
And scratched your name in sand | |
Though you just thought it was nothing more | |
Than a place for you to stand | |
I want you to know that while we watched | |
You discovered no one would be true | |
That I myself was among | |
The ones who thought | |
It was just a childish thing to do | |
Tears of rage, tears of grief | |
Why must I always be the thief? | |
Come to me now, you know we' re so alone | |
And life is brief |
zuò cí : Dylan, Manuel | |
We carried you in our arms on Independence Day | |
And now you' d throw us all aside and put us all away | |
Oh, what dear daughter ' neath the sun could treat a father so? | |
To wait upon him hand and foot and always tell him " No" | |
Tears of rage, tears of grief | |
Why must I always be the thief? | |
Come to me now, you know we' re so alone | |
And life is brief | |
It was all very painless | |
When you went out to receive | |
All that false instruction | |
Which we never could believe | |
And now the heart is filled with gold | |
As if it was a purse | |
But, oh, what kind of love is this | |
Which goes from bad to worse? | |
Tears of rage, tears of grief | |
Why must I always be the thief? | |
Come to me now, you know we' re so alone | |
And life is brief | |
We pointed you the way to go | |
And scratched your name in sand | |
Though you just thought it was nothing more | |
Than a place for you to stand | |
I want you to know that while we watched | |
You discovered no one would be true | |
That I myself was among | |
The ones who thought | |
It was just a childish thing to do | |
Tears of rage, tears of grief | |
Why must I always be the thief? | |
Come to me now, you know we' re so alone | |
And life is brief |