Song | Love Minus Zero |
Artist | Bob Dylan |
Album | Bringing It All Back Home |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.00] | 作曲 : Dylan |
[00:01.00] | 作词 : Dylan |
[00:03.85] | My love she speaks like silence |
[00:08.11] | Without ideals or violence |
[00:12.07] | She doesn't have to say she's faithful |
[00:15.18] | Yet she's true, like ice, like fire |
[00:21.43] | People carry roses |
[00:24.88] | And make promises by the hours |
[00:29.14] | My love she laughs like the flowers |
[00:32.54] | Valentines can't buy her. |
[00:35.99] | |
[00:38.37] | In the dime stores and bus stations |
[00:42.69] | People talk of situations |
[00:46.57] | Read books, repeat quotations |
[00:49.56] | Draw conclusions on the wall |
[00:56.05] | Some speak of the future |
[00:59.93] | My love she speaks softly |
[01:03.70] | She knows there's no success like failure |
[01:07.00] | And that failure's no succes at all. |
[01:10.01] | |
[01:12.98] | The cloak and dagger dangles |
[01:17.07] | Madams light the candles |
[01:20.91] | In ceremonies of the horsemen |
[01:24.18] | Even the pawn must hold a grudge |
[01:30.57] | Statues made of match sticks |
[01:34.31] | Crumble into one another |
[01:38.11] | My love winks, she does not bother |
[01:41.39] | She knows too much to argue or to judge. |
[01:44.94] | |
[02:04.55] | The bridge at midnight trembles |
[02:08.72] | The country doctor rambles |
[02:12.64] | Bankers' nieces seek perfection |
[02:15.84] | Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring |
[02:21.67] | The wind howls like a hammer |
[02:26.04] | The night blows rainy |
[02:29.95] | My love she's like some raven |
[02:33.31] | At my window with a broken wing. |
[02:36.77] |
[00:00.00] | zuo qu : Dylan |
[00:01.00] | zuo ci : Dylan |
[00:03.85] | My love she speaks like silence |
[00:08.11] | Without ideals or violence |
[00:12.07] | She doesn' t have to say she' s faithful |
[00:15.18] | Yet she' s true, like ice, like fire |
[00:21.43] | People carry roses |
[00:24.88] | And make promises by the hours |
[00:29.14] | My love she laughs like the flowers |
[00:32.54] | Valentines can' t buy her. |
[00:35.99] | |
[00:38.37] | In the dime stores and bus stations |
[00:42.69] | People talk of situations |
[00:46.57] | Read books, repeat quotations |
[00:49.56] | Draw conclusions on the wall |
[00:56.05] | Some speak of the future |
[00:59.93] | My love she speaks softly |
[01:03.70] | She knows there' s no success like failure |
[01:07.00] | And that failure' s no succes at all. |
[01:10.01] | |
[01:12.98] | The cloak and dagger dangles |
[01:17.07] | Madams light the candles |
[01:20.91] | In ceremonies of the horsemen |
[01:24.18] | Even the pawn must hold a grudge |
[01:30.57] | Statues made of match sticks |
[01:34.31] | Crumble into one another |
[01:38.11] | My love winks, she does not bother |
[01:41.39] | She knows too much to argue or to judge. |
[01:44.94] | |
[02:04.55] | The bridge at midnight trembles |
[02:08.72] | The country doctor rambles |
[02:12.64] | Bankers' nieces seek perfection |
[02:15.84] | Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring |
[02:21.67] | The wind howls like a hammer |
[02:26.04] | The night blows rainy |
[02:29.95] | My love she' s like some raven |
[02:33.31] | At my window with a broken wing. |
[02:36.77] |
[00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Dylan |
[00:01.00] | zuò cí : Dylan |
[00:03.85] | My love she speaks like silence |
[00:08.11] | Without ideals or violence |
[00:12.07] | She doesn' t have to say she' s faithful |
[00:15.18] | Yet she' s true, like ice, like fire |
[00:21.43] | People carry roses |
[00:24.88] | And make promises by the hours |
[00:29.14] | My love she laughs like the flowers |
[00:32.54] | Valentines can' t buy her. |
[00:35.99] | |
[00:38.37] | In the dime stores and bus stations |
[00:42.69] | People talk of situations |
[00:46.57] | Read books, repeat quotations |
[00:49.56] | Draw conclusions on the wall |
[00:56.05] | Some speak of the future |
[00:59.93] | My love she speaks softly |
[01:03.70] | She knows there' s no success like failure |
[01:07.00] | And that failure' s no succes at all. |
[01:10.01] | |
[01:12.98] | The cloak and dagger dangles |
[01:17.07] | Madams light the candles |
[01:20.91] | In ceremonies of the horsemen |
[01:24.18] | Even the pawn must hold a grudge |
[01:30.57] | Statues made of match sticks |
[01:34.31] | Crumble into one another |
[01:38.11] | My love winks, she does not bother |
[01:41.39] | She knows too much to argue or to judge. |
[01:44.94] | |
[02:04.55] | The bridge at midnight trembles |
[02:08.72] | The country doctor rambles |
[02:12.64] | Bankers' nieces seek perfection |
[02:15.84] | Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring |
[02:21.67] | The wind howls like a hammer |
[02:26.04] | The night blows rainy |
[02:29.95] | My love she' s like some raven |
[02:33.31] | At my window with a broken wing. |
[02:36.77] |