| Song | Romance in durango |
| Artist | Bob Dylan |
| Album | The Complete Album Collection Vol.1 |
| [ar:Bob Dylan] | |
| [ti:Romance in Durango] | |
| [al:Desire] | |
| [tool:歌词滚动姬 (lrc-maker.github.io)] | |
| [00:16.234] | Hot chili peppers in the blistering sun |
| [00:20.806] | Dust on my face and my cape, |
| [00:26.901] | Me and Magdalena on the run |
| [00:32.671] | I think this time we shall escape. |
| [00:40.513] | Sold my guitar to the baker's son |
| [00:46.080] | For a few crumbs and a place to hide, |
| [00:52.602] | But I can get another one |
| [00:57.884] | And I'll play for Magdalena as we ride. |
| [01:04.242] | No llores, mi querida |
| [01:06.600] | Dios nos vigila |
| [01:09.465] | Soon the horse will take us to Durango. |
| [01:16.068] | Agarrame, mi vida |
| [01:18.953] | Soon the desert will be gone |
| [01:21.899] | Soon you will be dancing the fandango. |
| [01:27.953] | Past the Aztec ruins and the ghosts of our people |
| [01:33.805] | Hoofbeats like castanets on stone. |
| [01:40.123] | At night I dream of bells in the village steeple |
| [01:45.974] | Then I see the bloody face of Ramon. |
| [01:52.110] | Was it me that shot him down in the cantina |
| [01:58.612] | Was it my hand that held the gun? |
| [02:04.685] | Come, let us fly, my Magdalena |
| [02:10.334] | The dogs are barking and what's done is done. |
| [02:16.145] | No llores, mi querida |
| [02:19.497] | Dios nos vigila |
| [02:22.382] | Soon the horse will take us to Durango. |
| [02:28.965] | Agarrame, mi vida |
| [02:31.115] | Soon the desert will be gone |
| [02:34.751] | Soon you will be dancing the fandango. |
| [02:40.176] | At the corrida we'll sit in the shade |
| [02:45.885] | And watch the young torero stand alone. |
| [02:52.062] | We'll drink tequila where our grandfathers stayed |
| [02:58.157] | When they rode with Villa into Torreon. |
| [03:04.739] | Then the padre will recite the prayers of old |
| [03:09.677] | In the little church this side of town. |
| [03:16.340] | I will wear new boots and an earring of gold |
| [03:21.928] | You'll shine with diamonds in your wedding gown. |
| [03:28.307] | The way is long but the end is near |
| [03:34.219] | Already the fiesta has begun. |
| [03:40.538] | The face of God will appear |
| [03:46.511] | With His serpent eyes of obsidian. |
| [03:52.972] | No llores, mi querida |
| [03:55.858] | Dios nos vigila |
| [03:58.701] | Soon the horse will take us to Durango. |
| [04:04.654] | Agarrame, mi vida |
| [04:07.742] | Soon the desert will be gone |
| [04:11.054] | Soon you will be dancing the fandango. |
| [04:17.007] | Was that the thunder that I heard? |
| [04:22.167] | My head is vibrating, I feel a sharp pain |
| [04:28.628] | Come sit by me, don't say a word |
| [04:34.378] | Oh, can it be that I am slain? |
| [04:40.798] | Quick, Magdalena, take my gun |
| [04:47.137] | Look up in the hills, that flash of light. |
| [04:52.439] | Aim well my little one |
| [04:58.271] | We may not make it through the night. |
| [05:04.853] | No llores, mi querida |
| [05:07.779] | Dios nos vigila |
| [05:10.522] | Soon the horse will take us to Durango. |
| [05:17.084] | Agarrame, mi vida |
| [05:19.056] | Soon the desert will be gone |
| [05:22.063] | Soon you will be dancing the fandango. |
| ar: Bob Dylan | |
| ti: Romance in Durango | |
| al: Desire | |
| tool: gē cí gǔn dòng jī lrcmaker. github. io | |
| [00:16.234] | Hot chili peppers in the blistering sun |
| [00:20.806] | Dust on my face and my cape, |
| [00:26.901] | Me and Magdalena on the run |
| [00:32.671] | I think this time we shall escape. |
| [00:40.513] | Sold my guitar to the baker' s son |
| [00:46.080] | For a few crumbs and a place to hide, |
| [00:52.602] | But I can get another one |
| [00:57.884] | And I' ll play for Magdalena as we ride. |
| [01:04.242] | No llores, mi querida |
| [01:06.600] | Dios nos vigila |
| [01:09.465] | Soon the horse will take us to Durango. |
| [01:16.068] | Agarrame, mi vida |
| [01:18.953] | Soon the desert will be gone |
| [01:21.899] | Soon you will be dancing the fandango. |
| [01:27.953] | Past the Aztec ruins and the ghosts of our people |
| [01:33.805] | Hoofbeats like castanets on stone. |
| [01:40.123] | At night I dream of bells in the village steeple |
| [01:45.974] | Then I see the bloody face of Ramon. |
| [01:52.110] | Was it me that shot him down in the cantina |
| [01:58.612] | Was it my hand that held the gun? |
| [02:04.685] | Come, let us fly, my Magdalena |
| [02:10.334] | The dogs are barking and what' s done is done. |
| [02:16.145] | No llores, mi querida |
| [02:19.497] | Dios nos vigila |
| [02:22.382] | Soon the horse will take us to Durango. |
| [02:28.965] | Agarrame, mi vida |
| [02:31.115] | Soon the desert will be gone |
| [02:34.751] | Soon you will be dancing the fandango. |
| [02:40.176] | At the corrida we' ll sit in the shade |
| [02:45.885] | And watch the young torero stand alone. |
| [02:52.062] | We' ll drink tequila where our grandfathers stayed |
| [02:58.157] | When they rode with Villa into Torreon. |
| [03:04.739] | Then the padre will recite the prayers of old |
| [03:09.677] | In the little church this side of town. |
| [03:16.340] | I will wear new boots and an earring of gold |
| [03:21.928] | You' ll shine with diamonds in your wedding gown. |
| [03:28.307] | The way is long but the end is near |
| [03:34.219] | Already the fiesta has begun. |
| [03:40.538] | The face of God will appear |
| [03:46.511] | With His serpent eyes of obsidian. |
| [03:52.972] | No llores, mi querida |
| [03:55.858] | Dios nos vigila |
| [03:58.701] | Soon the horse will take us to Durango. |
| [04:04.654] | Agarrame, mi vida |
| [04:07.742] | Soon the desert will be gone |
| [04:11.054] | Soon you will be dancing the fandango. |
| [04:17.007] | Was that the thunder that I heard? |
| [04:22.167] | My head is vibrating, I feel a sharp pain |
| [04:28.628] | Come sit by me, don' t say a word |
| [04:34.378] | Oh, can it be that I am slain? |
| [04:40.798] | Quick, Magdalena, take my gun |
| [04:47.137] | Look up in the hills, that flash of light. |
| [04:52.439] | Aim well my little one |
| [04:58.271] | We may not make it through the night. |
| [05:04.853] | No llores, mi querida |
| [05:07.779] | Dios nos vigila |
| [05:10.522] | Soon the horse will take us to Durango. |
| [05:17.084] | Agarrame, mi vida |
| [05:19.056] | Soon the desert will be gone |
| [05:22.063] | Soon you will be dancing the fandango. |