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Talkin' New York

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  • 作曲 : Bob Dylan
    Rambling out of the wild west
    Leaving the towns I love the best
    Thought I'd seen some ups and down
    'Till I come into New York town
    People going down to the ground
    Building's going up to the sky
    Wintertime in New York town the wind blowing snow around
    Walk around with nowhere to go
    Somebody could freeze right to the bone
    I froze right to the bone, New York Times said
    "It was the coldest winter in seventeen years"
    I didn't feel so cold then
    I swung on to my old guitar
    Grabbed hold of a subway car
    And after a rocking, reeling, rolling ride
    I landed up on the downtown side
    Greenwich Village
    I walked down there and ended up
    In one of them coffee-houses on the block
    Got on the stage to sing and play
    Man there said, ‽Come back some other day
    You sound like a hillbilly
    We want folksingers hereâ€
    Well, I got a harmonica job begun to play
    Blowing my lungs out for a dollar a day
    I blowed inside out and upside down
    The man there said, ‽He loved my soundâ€
    He was raving about he loved my sound
    Dollar a day's worth
    After weeks and weeks of hanging around
    I finally got a job in New York town
    In a bigger place, bigger money too
    Even joined the Union and paid my dues
    Now, a very great man once said
    ‽That some people rob you with a fountain penâ€
    It don't take too long to find out
    Just what he was talking about
    A lot of people don't have much food on their table
    But they got a lot of forks and knives
    And they gotta cut something
    So one morning when the sun was warm
    I rambled out of New York town
    Pulled my cap down over my eyes
    And headed out for the western skies
    So long New York
    Howdy, East Orange
  • 作曲 : Bob Dylan
    Rambling out of the wild west
    Leaving the towns I love the best
    Thought I'd seen some ups and down
    'Till I come into New York town
    People going down to the ground
    Building's going up to the sky
    Wintertime in New York town the wind blowing snow around
    Walk around with nowhere to go
    Somebody could freeze right to the bone
    I froze right to the bone, New York Times said
    "It was the coldest winter in seventeen years"
    I didn't feel so cold then
    I swung on to my old guitar
    Grabbed hold of a subway car
    And after a rocking, reeling, rolling ride
    I landed up on the downtown side
    Greenwich Village
    I walked down there and ended up
    In one of them coffee-houses on the block
    Got on the stage to sing and play
    Man there said, ‽Come back some other day
    You sound like a hillbilly
    We want folksingers hereâ€
    Well, I got a harmonica job begun to play
    Blowing my lungs out for a dollar a day
    I blowed inside out and upside down
    The man there said, ‽He loved my soundâ€
    He was raving about he loved my sound
    Dollar a day's worth
    After weeks and weeks of hanging around
    I finally got a job in New York town
    In a bigger place, bigger money too
    Even joined the Union and paid my dues
    Now, a very great man once said
    ‽That some people rob you with a fountain penâ€
    It don't take too long to find out
    Just what he was talking about
    A lot of people don't have much food on their table
    But they got a lot of forks and knives
    And they gotta cut something
    So one morning when the sun was warm
    I rambled out of New York town
    Pulled my cap down over my eyes
    And headed out for the western skies
    So long New York
    Howdy, East Orange