Song | Two Soldiers |
Artist | Bob Dylan |
Album | World Gone Wrong |
[00:00.00] | 作词 : Traditional |
[00:05.64] | |
[00:51.35] | He was just a blue-eyed boston boy, |
[00:58.37] | His voice was low with pain. |
[01:08.38] | i'll do your bidding, comrade mine, |
[01:12.49] | If i ride back again. |
[01:18.41] | But if you ride back and i am left, |
[01:22.62] | You'll do as much for me, |
[01:29.52] | Mother, you know, must hear the news, |
[01:36.45] | So write to her tenderly. |
[01:38.68] | |
[01:52.77] | she's waiting at home like a patient saint, |
[02:00.84] | Her fond face pale with woe. |
[02:06.70] | Her heart will be broken when i am gone, |
[02:14.07] | I'll see her soon, i know. |
[02:20.44] | Just then the order came to charge, |
[02:24.50] | For an instance hand touched hand. |
[02:31.83] | They said, ''aye,'' and away they rode, |
[02:41.11] | That brave and devoted band. |
[02:42.72] | |
[02:55.32] | |
[02:55.49] | Straight was the track to the top of the hill, |
[03:09.10] | The rebels they shot and shelled, |
[03:09.50] | Plowed furrows of death through the toiling ranks, |
[03:16.10] | And guarded them as they fell. |
[03:22.36] | There soon came a horrible dying yell |
[03:27.89] | From heights that they could not gain, |
[03:34.67] | And those whom doom and death had spared |
[03:40.56] | Rode slowly back again. |
[03:59.41] | |
[04:00.03] | But among the dead that were left on the hill |
[04:06.46] | Was the boy with the curly hair. |
[04:13.88] | The tall dark man who rode by his side |
[04:20.23] | Lay dead beside him there. |
[04:26.34] | There's no one to write to the blue-eyed girl |
[04:30.98] | The words that her lover had said. |
[04:37.22] | Momma, you know, awaits the news, |
[04:44.55] | And she'll only know he's dead. |
[00:00.00] | zuò cí : Traditional |
[00:05.64] | |
[00:51.35] | He was just a blueeyed boston boy, |
[00:58.37] | His voice was low with pain. |
[01:08.38] | i' ll do your bidding, comrade mine, |
[01:12.49] | If i ride back again. |
[01:18.41] | But if you ride back and i am left, |
[01:22.62] | You' ll do as much for me, |
[01:29.52] | Mother, you know, must hear the news, |
[01:36.45] | So write to her tenderly. |
[01:38.68] | |
[01:52.77] | she' s waiting at home like a patient saint, |
[02:00.84] | Her fond face pale with woe. |
[02:06.70] | Her heart will be broken when i am gone, |
[02:14.07] | I' ll see her soon, i know. |
[02:20.44] | Just then the order came to charge, |
[02:24.50] | For an instance hand touched hand. |
[02:31.83] | They said, '' aye,'' and away they rode, |
[02:41.11] | That brave and devoted band. |
[02:42.72] | |
[02:55.32] | |
[02:55.49] | Straight was the track to the top of the hill, |
[03:09.10] | The rebels they shot and shelled, |
[03:09.50] | Plowed furrows of death through the toiling ranks, |
[03:16.10] | And guarded them as they fell. |
[03:22.36] | There soon came a horrible dying yell |
[03:27.89] | From heights that they could not gain, |
[03:34.67] | And those whom doom and death had spared |
[03:40.56] | Rode slowly back again. |
[03:59.41] | |
[04:00.03] | But among the dead that were left on the hill |
[04:06.46] | Was the boy with the curly hair. |
[04:13.88] | The tall dark man who rode by his side |
[04:20.23] | Lay dead beside him there. |
[04:26.34] | There' s no one to write to the blueeyed girl |
[04:30.98] | The words that her lover had said. |
[04:37.22] | Momma, you know, awaits the news, |
[04:44.55] | And she' ll only know he' s dead. |