| Song | Three Angels |
| Artist | Bob Dylan |
| Album | New Morning |
| [00:00.00] | 作词 : Dylan |
| [00:04.80] | Three angels up above the street, |
| [00:07.96] | Each one playing a horn, |
| [00:12.46] | Dressed in green robes with wings that stick out, |
| [00:18.66] | They've been there since christmas morn. |
| [00:24.42] | The wildest cat from montana passes by in a flash, |
| [00:29.91] | Then a lady in a bright orange dress, |
| [00:36.84] | One u-haul trailer, a truck with no wheels, |
| [00:41.74] | The tenth avenue bus going west. |
| [00:47.60] | The dogs and pigeons fly up and they flutter around, |
| [00:58.79] | A man with a badge skips by, |
| [01:03.81] | Three fellas crawlin' on their way back to work, |
| [01:04.84] | Nobody stops to ask why. |
| [01:12.03] | The bakery truck stops outside of that fence |
| [01:17.31] | Where the angels stand high on their poles, |
| [01:23.38] | The driver peeks out, trying to find one face |
| [01:29.23] | In this concrete world full of souls. |
| [01:35.83] | The angels play on their horns all day, |
| [01:41.07] | The whole earth in progression seems to pass by. |
| [01:47.49] | But does anyone hear the music they play, |
| [01:53.43] | Does anyone even try? |
| [01:57.81] |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : Dylan |
| [00:04.80] | Three angels up above the street, |
| [00:07.96] | Each one playing a horn, |
| [00:12.46] | Dressed in green robes with wings that stick out, |
| [00:18.66] | They' ve been there since christmas morn. |
| [00:24.42] | The wildest cat from montana passes by in a flash, |
| [00:29.91] | Then a lady in a bright orange dress, |
| [00:36.84] | One uhaul trailer, a truck with no wheels, |
| [00:41.74] | The tenth avenue bus going west. |
| [00:47.60] | The dogs and pigeons fly up and they flutter around, |
| [00:58.79] | A man with a badge skips by, |
| [01:03.81] | Three fellas crawlin' on their way back to work, |
| [01:04.84] | Nobody stops to ask why. |
| [01:12.03] | The bakery truck stops outside of that fence |
| [01:17.31] | Where the angels stand high on their poles, |
| [01:23.38] | The driver peeks out, trying to find one face |
| [01:29.23] | In this concrete world full of souls. |
| [01:35.83] | The angels play on their horns all day, |
| [01:41.07] | The whole earth in progression seems to pass by. |
| [01:47.49] | But does anyone hear the music they play, |
| [01:53.43] | Does anyone even try? |
| [01:57.81] |