Song | Fourth Time Around |
Artist | Bob Dylan |
Album | Blonde On Blonde |
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[00:00.00] | 作词 : Dylan |
[00:25.230] | When she said |
[00:29.880] | “Don’t waste your words, they’re just lies” |
[00:31.940] | I cried she was deaf |
[00:38.130] | And she worked on my face until breaking my eyes |
[00:43.570] | Then said, “What else you got left?” |
[00:47.480] | It was then that I got up to leave |
[00:51.540] | But she said, “Don’t forget |
[00:56.900] | Everybody must give something back |
[01:00.470] | For something they get” |
[01:04.599] | |
[01:06.0] | I stood there and hummed |
[01:11.370] | I tapped on her drum and asked her how come |
[01:18.750] | And she buttoned her boot |
[01:24.0] | And straightened her suit |
[01:24.920] | Then she said, “Don’t get cute” |
[01:29.550] | So I forced my hands in my pockets |
[01:33.0] | And felt with my thumbs |
[01:38.300] | And gallantly handed her |
[01:42.320] | My very last piece of gum |
[01:43.880] | |
[01:48.300] | She threw me outside |
[01:53.670] | I stood in the dirt where ev’ryone walked |
[01:59.750] | And after finding I’d |
[02:04.600] | Forgotten my shirt |
[02:05.860] | I went back and knocked |
[02:11.120] | I waited in the hallway, she went to get it |
[02:14.370] | And I tried to make sense |
[02:20.490] | Out of that picture of you in your wheelchair |
[02:24.630] | That leaned up against . . . |
[02:29.320] | |
[02:32.460] | Her Jamaican rum |
[02:33.500] | And when she did come, I asked her for some |
[02:41.110] | She said, “No, dear” |
[02:44.600] | I said, “Your words aren’t clear |
[02:46.800] | You’d better spit out your gum” |
[02:52.210] | She screamed till her face got so red |
[02:55.520] | Then she fell on the floor |
[03:01.100] | And I covered her up and then |
[03:03.830] | Thought I’d go look through her drawer |
[03:06.290] | |
[03:10.560] | And when I was through |
[03:14.310] | I filled up my shoe |
[03:16.650] | And brought it to you |
[03:21.990] | And you, you took me in |
[03:23.840] | You loved me then |
[03:28.100] | You didn’t waste time |
[03:33.600] | And I, I never took much |
[03:38.230] | I never asked for your crutch |
[03:40.740] | Now don’t ask for mine |
[03:50.360] | music |
[00:00.00] | zuo ci : Dylan |
[00:25.230] | When she said |
[00:29.880] | " Don' t waste your words, they' re just lies" |
[00:31.940] | I cried she was deaf |
[00:38.130] | And she worked on my face until breaking my eyes |
[00:43.570] | Then said, " What else you got left?" |
[00:47.480] | It was then that I got up to leave |
[00:51.540] | But she said, " Don' t forget |
[00:56.900] | Everybody must give something back |
[01:00.470] | For something they get" |
[01:04.599] | |
[01:06.0] | I stood there and hummed |
[01:11.370] | I tapped on her drum and asked her how come |
[01:18.750] | And she buttoned her boot |
[01:24.0] | And straightened her suit |
[01:24.920] | Then she said, " Don' t get cute" |
[01:29.550] | So I forced my hands in my pockets |
[01:33.0] | And felt with my thumbs |
[01:38.300] | And gallantly handed her |
[01:42.320] | My very last piece of gum |
[01:43.880] | |
[01:48.300] | She threw me outside |
[01:53.670] | I stood in the dirt where ev' ryone walked |
[01:59.750] | And after finding I' d |
[02:04.600] | Forgotten my shirt |
[02:05.860] | I went back and knocked |
[02:11.120] | I waited in the hallway, she went to get it |
[02:14.370] | And I tried to make sense |
[02:20.490] | Out of that picture of you in your wheelchair |
[02:24.630] | That leaned up against . . . |
[02:29.320] | |
[02:32.460] | Her Jamaican rum |
[02:33.500] | And when she did come, I asked her for some |
[02:41.110] | She said, " No, dear" |
[02:44.600] | I said, " Your words aren' t clear |
[02:46.800] | You' d better spit out your gum" |
[02:52.210] | She screamed till her face got so red |
[02:55.520] | Then she fell on the floor |
[03:01.100] | And I covered her up and then |
[03:03.830] | Thought I' d go look through her drawer |
[03:06.290] | |
[03:10.560] | And when I was through |
[03:14.310] | I filled up my shoe |
[03:16.650] | And brought it to you |
[03:21.990] | And you, you took me in |
[03:23.840] | You loved me then |
[03:28.100] | You didn' t waste time |
[03:33.600] | And I, I never took much |
[03:38.230] | I never asked for your crutch |
[03:40.740] | Now don' t ask for mine |
[03:50.360] | music |
[00:00.00] | zuò cí : Dylan |
[00:25.230] | When she said |
[00:29.880] | " Don' t waste your words, they' re just lies" |
[00:31.940] | I cried she was deaf |
[00:38.130] | And she worked on my face until breaking my eyes |
[00:43.570] | Then said, " What else you got left?" |
[00:47.480] | It was then that I got up to leave |
[00:51.540] | But she said, " Don' t forget |
[00:56.900] | Everybody must give something back |
[01:00.470] | For something they get" |
[01:04.599] | |
[01:06.0] | I stood there and hummed |
[01:11.370] | I tapped on her drum and asked her how come |
[01:18.750] | And she buttoned her boot |
[01:24.0] | And straightened her suit |
[01:24.920] | Then she said, " Don' t get cute" |
[01:29.550] | So I forced my hands in my pockets |
[01:33.0] | And felt with my thumbs |
[01:38.300] | And gallantly handed her |
[01:42.320] | My very last piece of gum |
[01:43.880] | |
[01:48.300] | She threw me outside |
[01:53.670] | I stood in the dirt where ev' ryone walked |
[01:59.750] | And after finding I' d |
[02:04.600] | Forgotten my shirt |
[02:05.860] | I went back and knocked |
[02:11.120] | I waited in the hallway, she went to get it |
[02:14.370] | And I tried to make sense |
[02:20.490] | Out of that picture of you in your wheelchair |
[02:24.630] | That leaned up against . . . |
[02:29.320] | |
[02:32.460] | Her Jamaican rum |
[02:33.500] | And when she did come, I asked her for some |
[02:41.110] | She said, " No, dear" |
[02:44.600] | I said, " Your words aren' t clear |
[02:46.800] | You' d better spit out your gum" |
[02:52.210] | She screamed till her face got so red |
[02:55.520] | Then she fell on the floor |
[03:01.100] | And I covered her up and then |
[03:03.830] | Thought I' d go look through her drawer |
[03:06.290] | |
[03:10.560] | And when I was through |
[03:14.310] | I filled up my shoe |
[03:16.650] | And brought it to you |
[03:21.990] | And you, you took me in |
[03:23.840] | You loved me then |
[03:28.100] | You didn' t waste time |
[03:33.600] | And I, I never took much |
[03:38.230] | I never asked for your crutch |
[03:40.740] | Now don' t ask for mine |
[03:50.360] | music |