Song | I Pity the Poor Immigrant |
Artist | Bob Dylan |
Album | John Wesley Harding |
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[00:00.00] | 作词 : Dylan |
[00:00.96] | music |
[00:23.02] | I pity the poor immigrant |
[00:31.87] | Who wishes he would've stayed home, |
[00:36.83] | Who uses all his power to do evil |
[00:41.98] | But in the end is always left so alone. |
[00:50.93] | That man whom with his fingers cheats |
[00:56.12] | And who lies with ev'ry breath, |
[01:06.48] | Who passionately hates his life |
[01:10.76] | And likewise, fears his death. |
[01:16.19] | music |
[01:28.09] | I pity the poor immigrant |
[01:33.35] | Whose strength is spent in vain, |
[01:41.66] | Whose heaven is like ironsides, |
[01:47.36] | Whose tears are like rain, |
[01:55.83] | Who eats but is not satisfied, |
[02:01.25] | Who hears but does not see, |
[02:09.74] | Who falls in love with wealth itself |
[02:15.28] | And turns his back on me. |
[02:20.35] | music |
[02:32.70] | I pity the poor immigrant |
[02:40.99] | Who tramples through the mud, |
[02:46.15] | Who fills his mouth with laughing |
[02:50.57] | And who builds his town with blood, |
[03:00.14] | Whose visions in the final end |
[03:05.54] | Must shatter like the glass. |
[03:14.17] | I pity the poor immigrant |
[03:19.35] | When his gladness comes to pass. |
[03:24.81] | music |
[00:00.00] | zuo ci : Dylan |
[00:00.96] | music |
[00:23.02] | I pity the poor immigrant |
[00:31.87] | Who wishes he would' ve stayed home, |
[00:36.83] | Who uses all his power to do evil |
[00:41.98] | But in the end is always left so alone. |
[00:50.93] | That man whom with his fingers cheats |
[00:56.12] | And who lies with ev' ry breath, |
[01:06.48] | Who passionately hates his life |
[01:10.76] | And likewise, fears his death. |
[01:16.19] | music |
[01:28.09] | I pity the poor immigrant |
[01:33.35] | Whose strength is spent in vain, |
[01:41.66] | Whose heaven is like ironsides, |
[01:47.36] | Whose tears are like rain, |
[01:55.83] | Who eats but is not satisfied, |
[02:01.25] | Who hears but does not see, |
[02:09.74] | Who falls in love with wealth itself |
[02:15.28] | And turns his back on me. |
[02:20.35] | music |
[02:32.70] | I pity the poor immigrant |
[02:40.99] | Who tramples through the mud, |
[02:46.15] | Who fills his mouth with laughing |
[02:50.57] | And who builds his town with blood, |
[03:00.14] | Whose visions in the final end |
[03:05.54] | Must shatter like the glass. |
[03:14.17] | I pity the poor immigrant |
[03:19.35] | When his gladness comes to pass. |
[03:24.81] | music |
[00:00.00] | zuò cí : Dylan |
[00:00.96] | music |
[00:23.02] | I pity the poor immigrant |
[00:31.87] | Who wishes he would' ve stayed home, |
[00:36.83] | Who uses all his power to do evil |
[00:41.98] | But in the end is always left so alone. |
[00:50.93] | That man whom with his fingers cheats |
[00:56.12] | And who lies with ev' ry breath, |
[01:06.48] | Who passionately hates his life |
[01:10.76] | And likewise, fears his death. |
[01:16.19] | music |
[01:28.09] | I pity the poor immigrant |
[01:33.35] | Whose strength is spent in vain, |
[01:41.66] | Whose heaven is like ironsides, |
[01:47.36] | Whose tears are like rain, |
[01:55.83] | Who eats but is not satisfied, |
[02:01.25] | Who hears but does not see, |
[02:09.74] | Who falls in love with wealth itself |
[02:15.28] | And turns his back on me. |
[02:20.35] | music |
[02:32.70] | I pity the poor immigrant |
[02:40.99] | Who tramples through the mud, |
[02:46.15] | Who fills his mouth with laughing |
[02:50.57] | And who builds his town with blood, |
[03:00.14] | Whose visions in the final end |
[03:05.54] | Must shatter like the glass. |
[03:14.17] | I pity the poor immigrant |
[03:19.35] | When his gladness comes to pass. |
[03:24.81] | music |