| Song | Wicked Messenger |
| Artist | Faces |
| Album | First Step |
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| 作词 : Dylan | |
| (bob dylan) | |
| There was a wicked messenger | |
| From eli he did come, | |
| With a mind that multiplied | |
| The smallest matter | |
| When questioned who had sent for him | |
| He answered with a thumb. | |
| For his tongue it could not speak, but only flatter | |
| He stayed behind the assembly hall, | |
| It was there that he made his bed, | |
| Oftentimes he could be seen returning. | |
| Until one day he just appeared | |
| With a note in his hand which read, | |
| "the soles of my feet, i swear they're burning". | |
| The leaves began to fallin' | |
| And the seas began to part, | |
| And the people that confronted him were many | |
| And he was told these last few words, | |
| Which opened up his heart, | |
| "if ye cannot bring good news, then don't bring any" |
| zuo ci : Dylan | |
| bob dylan | |
| There was a wicked messenger | |
| From eli he did come, | |
| With a mind that multiplied | |
| The smallest matter | |
| When questioned who had sent for him | |
| He answered with a thumb. | |
| For his tongue it could not speak, but only flatter | |
| He stayed behind the assembly hall, | |
| It was there that he made his bed, | |
| Oftentimes he could be seen returning. | |
| Until one day he just appeared | |
| With a note in his hand which read, | |
| " the soles of my feet, i swear they' re burning". | |
| The leaves began to fallin' | |
| And the seas began to part, | |
| And the people that confronted him were many | |
| And he was told these last few words, | |
| Which opened up his heart, | |
| " if ye cannot bring good news, then don' t bring any" |
| zuò cí : Dylan | |
| bob dylan | |
| There was a wicked messenger | |
| From eli he did come, | |
| With a mind that multiplied | |
| The smallest matter | |
| When questioned who had sent for him | |
| He answered with a thumb. | |
| For his tongue it could not speak, but only flatter | |
| He stayed behind the assembly hall, | |
| It was there that he made his bed, | |
| Oftentimes he could be seen returning. | |
| Until one day he just appeared | |
| With a note in his hand which read, | |
| " the soles of my feet, i swear they' re burning". | |
| The leaves began to fallin' | |
| And the seas began to part, | |
| And the people that confronted him were many | |
| And he was told these last few words, | |
| Which opened up his heart, | |
| " if ye cannot bring good news, then don' t bring any" |