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  • 作词 : Bob Dylan
    作曲 : Bob Dylan
    'Twas down in Mississippi
    Not so long ago,
    When a young boy from Chicago
    Walk through a southern door.
    This boy's faithful tragedy
    You should all remember well,
    The color of his skin was black
    And his name was Emmett Till.
    Some men they dragged him to a barn
    And there they beat him up.
    They said they had a reason,
    But I disremember what.
    They tortured him and did some things
    Too evil to repeat.
    There was screaming sounds inside the barn,
    There was laughing sounds out on the street.
    Then they rolled his body down a gulf
    Amidst a blood-red rain
    And they threw him in the waters wide
    To cease his screaming pain.
    The reason that they killed him there,
    And I'm sure it wasn’t no lie,
    Was just for the fun of killin' him
    And to watch him slowly die
    And then to stop the United States
    Of yelling for a trial,
    Two brothers they confessed that they
    Had killed poor Emmett Till.
    But on the jury there were men
    Who helped the brothers commit this awful crime,
    And so this trial was a mockery,
    But nobody seemed to mind.
    I saw the morning papers
    But I could not bear
    To see the smiling brothers
    Walkin' down the courthouse stairs.
    For the jury found them innocent
    And the brothers they went free,
    While Emmett's body floats the foam
    Of a Jim Crow southern sea.
    If you can't speak out against this kind of thing,
    A crime that's so unjust,
    Your eyes are filled with dead men's dirt,
    Your mind is filled with dust.
    Your arms and legs
    They must be in shackles and chains,
    And your blood it must refuse to flow,
    For you let this human race
    Fall down so god-awful low!
    This song is just a reminder
    To remind your fellow man
    That this kind of thing still lives today
    In that ghost-robed Ku Klux Klan.
    But if all us folks that thinks alike,
    If we gave all we could give,
    We could make this great land of ours
    A greater place to live.
  • [00:00.000] 作词 : Bob Dylan
    [00:01.000] 作曲 : Bob Dylan
    [00:04.94]'Twas down in Mississippi
    [00:10.53]Not so long ago,
    [00:14.24]When a young boy from Chicago
    [00:19.01]Walk through a southern door.
    [00:24.39]This boy's faithful tragedy
    [00:28.23]You should all remember well,
    [00:32.88]The color of his skin was black
    [00:37.49]And his name was Emmett Till.
    [00:44.61]Some men they dragged him to a barn
    [00:50.43]And there they beat him up.
    [00:54.15]They said they had a reason,
    [00:58.51]But I disremember what.
    [01:02.92]They tortured him and did some things
    [01:07.91]Too evil to repeat.
    [01:12.43]There was screaming sounds inside the barn,
    [01:17.08]There was laughing sounds out on the street.
    [01:22.86]Then they rolled his body down a gulf
    [01:27.51]Amidst a blood-red rain
    [01:32.15]And they threw him in the waters wide
    [01:36.75]To cease his screaming pain.
    [01:41.35]The reason that they killed him there,
    [01:45.89]And I'm sure it wasn’t no lie,
    [01:50.33]Was just for the fun of killin' him
    [01:54.81]And to watch him slowly die
    [01:59.66]And then to stop the United States
    [02:04.02]Of yelling for a trial,
    [02:08.51]Two brothers they confessed that they
    [02:13.07]Had killed poor Emmett Till.
    [02:17.27]But on the jury there were men
    [02:21.88]Who helped the brothers commit this awful crime,
    [02:26.85]And so this trial was a mockery,
    [02:31.13]But nobody seemed to mind.
    [02:36.80]I saw the morning papers
    [02:42.59]But I could not bear
    [02:46.10]To see the smiling brothers
    [02:50.62]Walkin' down the courthouse stairs.
    [02:55.14]For the jury found them innocent
    [02:59.62]And the brothers they went free,
    [03:04.27]While Emmett's body floats the foam
    [03:08.76]Of a Jim Crow southern sea.
    [03:15.60]If you can't speak out against this kind of thing,
    [03:20.32]A crime that's so unjust,
    [03:24.77]Your eyes are filled with dead men's dirt,
    [03:29.34]Your mind is filled with dust.
    [03:33.79]Your arms and legs
    [03:35.99]They must be in shackles and chains,
    [03:38.47]And your blood it must refuse to flow,
    [03:42.74]For you let this human race
    [03:47.19]Fall down so god-awful low!
    [03:51.91]This song is just a reminder
    [03:56.19]To remind your fellow man
    [04:00.72]That this kind of thing still lives today
    [04:05.20]In that ghost-robed Ku Klux Klan.
    [04:09.81]But if all us folks that thinks alike,
    [04:14.09]If we gave all we could give,
    [04:18.77]We could make this great land of ours
    [04:23.26]A greater place to live.