Only a Pawn in Their Game Lyrics

Song	Only a Pawn in Their Game
Artist	Bob Dylan
Album	The Times They Are A-Changin'
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[00:00.00]	作词 : Dylan
[00:01.70]	A bullet from the back of a bush took medgar evers' blood.
[00:07.26]	A finger fired the trigger to his name.
[00:13.33]	A handle hid out in the dark
[00:17.92]	A hand set the spark
[00:19.98]	Two eyes took the aim
[00:21.89]	Behind a man's brain
[00:26.19]	But he can't be blamed
[00:29.19]	He's only a pawn in their game.
[00:36.21]	A south politician preaches to the poor white man,
[00:42.36]	\you got more than the blacks, don't complain.
[00:48.22]	You're better than them, you been born with white skin,\ they explain.
[00:54.24]	And the negro's name
[00:57.29]	Is used it is plain
[01:01.29]	For the politician's gain
[01:04.35]	As he rises to fame
[01:07.50]	And the poor white remains
[01:09.70]	On the caboose of the train
[01:11.45]	But it ain't him to blame
[01:13.96]	He's only a pawn in their game.
[01:21.38]	The deputy sheriffs, the soldiers, the governors get paid,
[01:29.28]	And the marshals and cops get the same,
[01:35.64]	But the poor white man's used in the hands of them all like a tool.
[01:42.70]	He's taught in his school
[01:46.35]	From the start by the rule
[01:49.06]	That the laws are with him
[01:51.12]	To protect his white skin
[01:53.32]	To keep up his hate
[01:55.32]	So he never thinks straight
[01:57.37]	'bout the shape that he's in
[01:59.33]	But it ain't him to blame
[02:01.48]	He's only a pawn in their game.
[02:10.54]	From the poverty shacks, he looks from the cracks to the tracks,
[02:16.85]	And the hoof beats pound in his brain.
[02:21.83]	And he's taught how to walk in a pack
[02:25.58]	Shoot in the back
[02:27.34]	With his fist in a clinch
[02:29.54]	To hang and to lynch
[02:32.44]	To hide 'neath the hood
[02:35.20]	To kill with no pain
[02:37.35]	Like a dog on a chain
[02:39.51]	He ain't got no name
[02:41.55]	But it ain't him to blame
[02:43.66]	He's only a pawn in their game.
[02:52.38]	Today, medgar evers was buried from the bullet he caught.
[02:57.94]	They lowered him down as a king.
[03:04.54]	But when the shadowy sun sets on the one
[03:09.89]	That fired the gun
[03:11.90]	He'll see by his grave
[03:13.91]	On the stone that remains
[03:17.26]	Carved next to his name
[03:19.31]	His epitaph plain:
[03:21.71]	Only a pawn in their game.

[00:00.00]	zuo ci : Dylan
[00:01.70]	A bullet from the back of a bush took medgar evers' blood.
[00:07.26]	A finger fired the trigger to his name.
[00:13.33]	A handle hid out in the dark
[00:17.92]	A hand set the spark
[00:19.98]	Two eyes took the aim
[00:21.89]	Behind a man' s brain
[00:26.19]	But he can' t be blamed
[00:29.19]	He' s only a pawn in their game.
[00:36.21]	A south politician preaches to the poor white man,
[00:42.36]	you got more than the blacks, don' t complain.
[00:48.22]	You' re better than them, you been born with white skin, they explain.
[00:54.24]	And the negro' s name
[00:57.29]	Is used it is plain
[01:01.29]	For the politician' s gain
[01:04.35]	As he rises to fame
[01:07.50]	And the poor white remains
[01:09.70]	On the caboose of the train
[01:11.45]	But it ain' t him to blame
[01:13.96]	He' s only a pawn in their game.
[01:21.38]	The deputy sheriffs, the soldiers, the governors get paid,
[01:29.28]	And the marshals and cops get the same,
[01:35.64]	But the poor white man' s used in the hands of them all like a tool.
[01:42.70]	He' s taught in his school
[01:46.35]	From the start by the rule
[01:49.06]	That the laws are with him
[01:51.12]	To protect his white skin
[01:53.32]	To keep up his hate
[01:55.32]	So he never thinks straight
[01:57.37]	' bout the shape that he' s in
[01:59.33]	But it ain' t him to blame
[02:01.48]	He' s only a pawn in their game.
[02:10.54]	From the poverty shacks, he looks from the cracks to the tracks,
[02:16.85]	And the hoof beats pound in his brain.
[02:21.83]	And he' s taught how to walk in a pack
[02:25.58]	Shoot in the back
[02:27.34]	With his fist in a clinch
[02:29.54]	To hang and to lynch
[02:32.44]	To hide ' neath the hood
[02:35.20]	To kill with no pain
[02:37.35]	Like a dog on a chain
[02:39.51]	He ain' t got no name
[02:41.55]	But it ain' t him to blame
[02:43.66]	He' s only a pawn in their game.
[02:52.38]	Today, medgar evers was buried from the bullet he caught.
[02:57.94]	They lowered him down as a king.
[03:04.54]	But when the shadowy sun sets on the one
[03:09.89]	That fired the gun
[03:11.90]	He' ll see by his grave
[03:13.91]	On the stone that remains
[03:17.26]	Carved next to his name
[03:19.31]	His epitaph plain:
[03:21.71]	Only a pawn in their game.

[00:00.00]	zuò cí : Dylan
[00:01.70]	A bullet from the back of a bush took medgar evers' blood.
[00:07.26]	A finger fired the trigger to his name.
[00:13.33]	A handle hid out in the dark
[00:17.92]	A hand set the spark
[00:19.98]	Two eyes took the aim
[00:21.89]	Behind a man' s brain
[00:26.19]	But he can' t be blamed
[00:29.19]	He' s only a pawn in their game.
[00:36.21]	A south politician preaches to the poor white man,
[00:42.36]	you got more than the blacks, don' t complain.
[00:48.22]	You' re better than them, you been born with white skin, they explain.
[00:54.24]	And the negro' s name
[00:57.29]	Is used it is plain
[01:01.29]	For the politician' s gain
[01:04.35]	As he rises to fame
[01:07.50]	And the poor white remains
[01:09.70]	On the caboose of the train
[01:11.45]	But it ain' t him to blame
[01:13.96]	He' s only a pawn in their game.
[01:21.38]	The deputy sheriffs, the soldiers, the governors get paid,
[01:29.28]	And the marshals and cops get the same,
[01:35.64]	But the poor white man' s used in the hands of them all like a tool.
[01:42.70]	He' s taught in his school
[01:46.35]	From the start by the rule
[01:49.06]	That the laws are with him
[01:51.12]	To protect his white skin
[01:53.32]	To keep up his hate
[01:55.32]	So he never thinks straight
[01:57.37]	' bout the shape that he' s in
[01:59.33]	But it ain' t him to blame
[02:01.48]	He' s only a pawn in their game.
[02:10.54]	From the poverty shacks, he looks from the cracks to the tracks,
[02:16.85]	And the hoof beats pound in his brain.
[02:21.83]	And he' s taught how to walk in a pack
[02:25.58]	Shoot in the back
[02:27.34]	With his fist in a clinch
[02:29.54]	To hang and to lynch
[02:32.44]	To hide ' neath the hood
[02:35.20]	To kill with no pain
[02:37.35]	Like a dog on a chain
[02:39.51]	He ain' t got no name
[02:41.55]	But it ain' t him to blame
[02:43.66]	He' s only a pawn in their game.
[02:52.38]	Today, medgar evers was buried from the bullet he caught.
[02:57.94]	They lowered him down as a king.
[03:04.54]	But when the shadowy sun sets on the one
[03:09.89]	That fired the gun
[03:11.90]	He' ll see by his grave
[03:13.91]	On the stone that remains
[03:17.26]	Carved next to his name
[03:19.31]	His epitaph plain:
[03:21.71]	Only a pawn in their game.

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