| Song | The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll |
| Artist | Bob Dylan |
| Album | The Times They Are A-Changin' |
| [00:00.00] | 作词 : Dylan |
| [00:00.950] | William zanzinger killed poor hattie carroll |
| [00:09.830] | With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger |
| [00:13.100] | At a baltimore hotel society gath'rin'. |
| [00:15.800] | And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him |
| [00:21.100] | As they rode him in custody down to the station |
| [00:25.430] | And booked william zanzinger for first-degree murder. |
| [00:36.370] | But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears, |
| [00:42.400] | Take the rag away from your face. |
| [00:47.680] | Now ain't the time for your tears. |
| [00:55.100] | |
| [00:55.350] | William zanzinger, who at twenty-four years |
| [01:01.110] | Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres |
| [01:04.470] | With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him |
| [01:11.750] | And high office relations in the politics of maryland, |
| [01:15.750] | Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders |
| [01:20.930] | And swear words and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling, |
| [01:28.260] | In a matter of minutes on bail was out walking. |
| [01:33.690] | But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears, |
| [01:46.200] | Take the rag away from your face. |
| [01:51.390] | Now ain't the time for your tears. |
| [01:53.860] | |
| [01:58.750] | Hattie carroll was a maid of the kitchen. |
| [02:03.130] | She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten children |
| [02:12.110] | Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage |
| [02:18.480] | And never sat once at the head of the table |
| [02:24.270] | And didn't even talk to the people at the table |
| [02:28.610] | Who just cleaned up all the food from the table |
| [02:34.120] | And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level, |
| [02:42.620] | Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane |
| [02:43.380] | That sailed through the air and came down through the room, |
| [02:48.300] | Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle. |
| [02:52.650] | And she never done nothing to william zanzinger. |
| [03:00.220] | But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears, |
| [03:10.740] | Take the rag away from your face. |
| [03:17.640] | Now ain't the time for your tears. |
| [03:21.310] | |
| [04:10.780] | In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel |
| [04:18.579] | To show that all's equal and that the courts are on the level |
| [04:23.600] | And that the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded |
| [04:27.780] | And that even the nobles get properly handled |
| [04:32.740] | Once that the cops have chased after and caught 'em |
| [04:36.500] | And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom, |
| [04:42.530] | Stared at the person who killed for no reason |
| [04:46.920] | Who just happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'. |
| [04:52.890] | And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished, |
| [04:58.260] | And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance, |
| [05:02.900] | William zanzinger with a six-month sentence. |
| [05:09.280] | Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears, |
| [05:23.430] | Bury the rag deep in your face |
| [05:29.700] | For now's the time for your tears. |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : Dylan |
| [00:00.950] | William zanzinger killed poor hattie carroll |
| [00:09.830] | With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger |
| [00:13.100] | At a baltimore hotel society gath' rin'. |
| [00:15.800] | And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him |
| [00:21.100] | As they rode him in custody down to the station |
| [00:25.430] | And booked william zanzinger for firstdegree murder. |
| [00:36.370] | But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears, |
| [00:42.400] | Take the rag away from your face. |
| [00:47.680] | Now ain' t the time for your tears. |
| [00:55.100] | |
| [00:55.350] | William zanzinger, who at twentyfour years |
| [01:01.110] | Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres |
| [01:04.470] | With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him |
| [01:11.750] | And high office relations in the politics of maryland, |
| [01:15.750] | Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders |
| [01:20.930] | And swear words and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling, |
| [01:28.260] | In a matter of minutes on bail was out walking. |
| [01:33.690] | But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears, |
| [01:46.200] | Take the rag away from your face. |
| [01:51.390] | Now ain' t the time for your tears. |
| [01:53.860] | |
| [01:58.750] | Hattie carroll was a maid of the kitchen. |
| [02:03.130] | She was fiftyone years old and gave birth to ten children |
| [02:12.110] | Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage |
| [02:18.480] | And never sat once at the head of the table |
| [02:24.270] | And didn' t even talk to the people at the table |
| [02:28.610] | Who just cleaned up all the food from the table |
| [02:34.120] | And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level, |
| [02:42.620] | Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane |
| [02:43.380] | That sailed through the air and came down through the room, |
| [02:48.300] | Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle. |
| [02:52.650] | And she never done nothing to william zanzinger. |
| [03:00.220] | But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears, |
| [03:10.740] | Take the rag away from your face. |
| [03:17.640] | Now ain' t the time for your tears. |
| [03:21.310] | |
| [04:10.780] | In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel |
| [04:18.579] | To show that all' s equal and that the courts are on the level |
| [04:23.600] | And that the strings in the books ain' t pulled and persuaded |
| [04:27.780] | And that even the nobles get properly handled |
| [04:32.740] | Once that the cops have chased after and caught ' em |
| [04:36.500] | And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom, |
| [04:42.530] | Stared at the person who killed for no reason |
| [04:46.920] | Who just happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'. |
| [04:52.890] | And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished, |
| [04:58.260] | And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance, |
| [05:02.900] | William zanzinger with a sixmonth sentence. |
| [05:09.280] | Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears, |
| [05:23.430] | Bury the rag deep in your face |
| [05:29.700] | For now' s the time for your tears. |