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  • 作曲 : B. Dylan
    Come gather round friends
    And I'll tell you a tale of when the red iron pits ran plenty
    But the cardboard filled windows
    And old men on the benches
    Tell you now that the whole town is empty
    In the north end of town
    My own children are grown
    But I was raised on the other
    In the wee hours of youth
    My mother took sick
    And I was brought up by my brother
    The iron ore poured As the years passed the door
    The drag lines an the shovels they was a-humming 'til one day my brother
    Failed to come home
    The same as my father before him
    Well a long winters wait
    From the window I watched
    My friends they couldn't have been kinder
    And my schooling was cut
    As I quit in the spring
    To marry John Thomas a miner
    Oh the years passed again
    And the givin' was good
    With the lunch bucket filled every season
    What with three babies born
    The work was cut down
    To a half a days shift with no reason
    Then the shaft was soon shut
    And more work was cut
    And the fire in the air it felt frozen 'til a man come to speak
    And he said in one week
    That number eleven was closin'
    They complained in the east
    They are paying too high
    They say that your ore ain't worth digging
    That it's much cheaper down
    In the south American towns
    Where the miners work almost for nothing
    So the mining gates locked
    And the red iron rotted
    And the room smelled heavy from drinking
    Where the sad silent song
    Made the hour twice as long
    As I waited for the sun to go sinking
    I lived by the window
    As he talked to himself
    This silence of tongues it was building
    Then one mornings wake
    The bed it was bare
    The summer is gone
    The grounds turning cold
    The stores one by one they're a-foldin'
    My children will go
    As soon as they grow
    Well there ain't nothing here now to hold them
  • [00:00.000] 作曲 : B. Dylan
    [00:03.31]Come gather round friends
    [00:05.81]And I'll tell you a tale of when the red iron pits ran plenty
    [00:14.92]But the cardboard filled windows
    [00:17.60]And old men on the benches
    [00:21.53]Tell you now that the whole town is empty
    [00:29.33]In the north end of town
    [00:31.46]My own children are grown
    [00:35.89]But I was raised on the other
    [00:41.94]In the wee hours of youth
    [00:44.44]My mother took sick
    [00:48.80]And I was brought up by my brother
    [00:55.86]The iron ore poured As the years passed the door
    [01:01.60]The drag lines an the shovels they was a-humming 'til one day my brother
    [01:09.33]Failed to come home
    [01:13.51]The same as my father before him
    [01:20.94]Well a long winters wait
    [01:23.13]From the window I watched
    [01:27.37]My friends they couldn't have been kinder
    [01:32.36]And my schooling was cut
    [01:34.86]As I quit in the spring
    [01:39.35]To marry John Thomas a miner
    [01:47.87]Oh the years passed again
    [01:49.62]And the givin' was good
    [01:53.17]With the lunch bucket filled every season
    [01:59.25]What with three babies born
    [02:02.00]The work was cut down
    [02:06.59]To a half a days shift with no reason
    [02:13.46]Then the shaft was soon shut
    [02:15.65]And more work was cut
    [02:19.70]And the fire in the air it felt frozen 'til a man come to speak
    [02:28.44]And he said in one week
    [02:32.86]That number eleven was closin'
    [02:41.16]They complained in the east
    [02:43.85]They are paying too high
    [02:47.97]They say that your ore ain't worth digging
    [02:54.21]That it's much cheaper down
    [02:56.39]In the south American towns
    [03:01.08]Where the miners work almost for nothing
    [03:09.68]So the mining gates locked
    [03:11.62]And the red iron rotted
    [03:16.30]And the room smelled heavy from drinking
    [03:22.41]Where the sad silent song
    [03:24.98]Made the hour twice as long
    [03:29.29]As I waited for the sun to go sinking
    [03:35.33]I lived by the window
    [03:37.52]As he talked to himself
    [03:42.38]This silence of tongues it was building
    [03:45.13]Then one mornings wake
    [03:51.00]The bed it was bare
    [03:55.30]The summer is gone
    [04:04.16]The grounds turning cold
    [04:08.40]The stores one by one they're a-foldin'
    [04:11.53]My children will go
    [04:17.33]As soon as they grow
    [04:21.63]Well there ain't nothing here now to hold them

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