[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?
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