| Song | It's Alright, Ma (I'm Only Bleeding) |
| Artist | Bob Dylan |
| Album | Playlist: The Very Best of Bob Dylan |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作词 : Dylan |
| [00:12.91] | Darkness at the break of noon |
| [00:14.68] | Shadows even the silver spoon |
| [00:16.75] | The handmade blade, the child's balloon |
| [00:18.99] | Eclipses both the sun and moon |
| [00:21.16] | To understand you know too soon |
| [00:23.07] | There is no sense in trying. |
| [00:25.29] | |
| [00:33.86] | Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn |
| [00:36.04] | Suicide remarks are torn |
| [00:38.03] | From the fool's gold mouthpiece |
| [00:39.88] | The hollow horn plays wasted words |
| [00:42.02] | Proves to warn |
| [00:43.10] | That he not busy being born |
| [00:44.98] | Is busy dying. |
| [00:46.46] | |
| [00:56.08] | Temptation's page flies out the door |
| [00:58.14] | You follow, find yourself at war |
| [01:00.13] | Watch waterfalls of pity roar |
| [01:02.35] | You feel to moan but unlike before |
| [01:04.77] | You discover |
| [01:05.11] | That you'd just be |
| [01:06.14] | One more person crying. |
| [01:08.09] | |
| [01:14.75] | So don't fear if you hear |
| [01:18.80] | A foreign sound to your ear |
| [01:23.20] | It's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing. |
| [01:28.70] | |
| [01:44.53] | As some warn victory, some downfall |
| [01:47.19] | Private reasons great or small |
| [01:49.18] | Can be seen in the eyes of those that call |
| [01:51.24] | To make all that should be killed to crawl |
| [01:53.29] | While others say don't hate nothing at all |
| [01:55.49] | Except hatred. |
| [01:57.03] | |
| [02:04.82] | Disillusioned words like bullets bark |
| [02:07.17] | As human gods aim for their mark |
| [02:09.26] | Made everything from toy guns that spark |
| [02:11.62] | To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark |
| [02:13.99] | It's easy to see without looking too far |
| [02:16.22] | That not much |
| [02:16.67] | Is really sacred. |
| [02:18.21] | |
| [02:26.89] | While preachers preach of evil fates |
| [02:29.19] | Teachers teach that knowledge waits |
| [02:31.46] | Can lead to hundred-dollar plates |
| [02:33.37] | Goodness hides behind its gates |
| [02:35.67] | But even the president of the United States |
| [02:38.06] | Sometimes must have |
| [02:39.23] | To stand naked. |
| [02:40.40] | |
| [02:48.51] | An' though the rules of the road have been lodged |
| [02:52.79] | It's only people's games that you got to dodge |
| [02:58.22] | And it's alright, Ma, I can make it. |
| [03:03.04] | |
| [03:10.92] | Advertising signs that con you |
| [03:13.76] | Into thinking you're the one |
| [03:15.34] | That can do what's never been done |
| [03:17.49] | That can win what's never been won |
| [03:19.54] | Meantime life outside goes on |
| [03:21.42] | All around you. |
| [03:22.71] | |
| [03:30.79] | You lose yourself, you reappear |
| [03:32.64] | You suddenly find you got nothing to fear |
| [03:35.00] | Alone you stand with nobody near |
| [03:37.17] | When a trembling distant voice, unclear |
| [03:39.38] | Startles your sleeping ears to hear |
| [03:41.25] | That somebody thinks |
| [03:42.54] | They really found you. |
| [03:43.86] | |
| [03:53.22] | A question in your nerves is lit |
| [03:55.12] | Yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy |
| [03:57.94] | Insure you not to quit |
| [03:59.39] | To keep it in your mind and not fergit |
| [04:01.19] | That it is not he or she or them or it |
| [04:03.45] | That you belong to. |
| [04:04.89] | |
| [04:12.01] | Although the masters make the rules |
| [04:16.06] | For the wise men and the fools |
| [04:20.63] | I got nothing, Ma, to live up to. |
| [04:25.88] | |
| [04:39.75] | For them that must obey authority |
| [04:41.95] | That they do not respect in any degree |
| [04:44.22] | Who despise their jobs, their destinies |
| [04:46.60] | Speak jealously of them that are free |
| [04:48.65] | Cultivate their flowers to be |
| [04:50.97] | Nothing more than something |
| [04:51.79] | They invest in. |
| [04:53.08] | |
| [04:59.29] | While some on principles baptized |
| [05:01.42] | To strict party platform ties |
| [05:03.62] | Social clubs in drag disguise |
| [05:05.70] | Outsiders they can freely criticize |
| [05:07.84] | Tell nothing except who to idolize |
| [05:09.94] | And then say God bless him. |
| [05:11.50] | |
| [05:19.65] | While one who sings with his tongue on fire |
| [05:21.96] | Gargles in the rat race choir |
| [05:24.07] | Bent out of shape from society's pliers |
| [05:26.27] | Cares not to come up any higher |
| [05:28.45] | But rather get you down in the hole |
| [05:30.12] | That he's in. |
| [05:31.36] | |
| [05:38.11] | But I mean no harm nor put fault |
| [05:42.12] | On anyone that lives in a vault |
| [05:46.48] | But it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him. |
| [05:51.84] | |
| [06:04.88] | Old lady judges watch people in pairs |
| [06:07.24] | Limited in sex, they dare |
| [06:09.16] | To push fake morals, insult and stare |
| [06:11.52] | While money doesn't talk, it swears |
| [06:13.36] | Obscenity, who really cares |
| [06:15.47] | Propaganda, all is phony. |
| [06:17.54] | |
| [06:27.20] | While them that defend what they cannot see |
| [06:29.45] | With a killer's pride, security |
| [06:31.80] | It blows the minds most bitterly |
| [06:33.86] | For them that think death's honesty |
| [06:36.03] | Won't fall upon them naturally |
| [06:38.00] | Life sometimes |
| [06:39.00] | Must get lonely. |
| [06:40.38] | |
| [06:47.62] | My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards |
| [06:50.87] | False gods, I scuff |
| [06:52.59] | At pettiness which plays so rough |
| [06:54.46] | Walk upside-down inside handcuffs |
| [06:56.85] | Kick my legs to crash it off |
| [06:58.74] | Say okay, I have had enough |
| [07:00.49] | What else can you show me? |
| [07:02.30] | |
| [07:07.63] | And if my thought-dreams could be seen |
| [07:11.58] | They'd probably put my head in a guillotine |
| [07:16.37] | But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only. |
| [07:22.78] |
| [00:00.00] | zuo ci : Dylan |
| [00:12.91] | Darkness at the break of noon |
| [00:14.68] | Shadows even the silver spoon |
| [00:16.75] | The handmade blade, the child' s balloon |
| [00:18.99] | Eclipses both the sun and moon |
| [00:21.16] | To understand you know too soon |
| [00:23.07] | There is no sense in trying. |
| [00:25.29] | |
| [00:33.86] | Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn |
| [00:36.04] | Suicide remarks are torn |
| [00:38.03] | From the fool' s gold mouthpiece |
| [00:39.88] | The hollow horn plays wasted words |
| [00:42.02] | Proves to warn |
| [00:43.10] | That he not busy being born |
| [00:44.98] | Is busy dying. |
| [00:46.46] | |
| [00:56.08] | Temptation' s page flies out the door |
| [00:58.14] | You follow, find yourself at war |
| [01:00.13] | Watch waterfalls of pity roar |
| [01:02.35] | You feel to moan but unlike before |
| [01:04.77] | You discover |
| [01:05.11] | That you' d just be |
| [01:06.14] | One more person crying. |
| [01:08.09] | |
| [01:14.75] | So don' t fear if you hear |
| [01:18.80] | A foreign sound to your ear |
| [01:23.20] | It' s alright, Ma, I' m only sighing. |
| [01:28.70] | |
| [01:44.53] | As some warn victory, some downfall |
| [01:47.19] | Private reasons great or small |
| [01:49.18] | Can be seen in the eyes of those that call |
| [01:51.24] | To make all that should be killed to crawl |
| [01:53.29] | While others say don' t hate nothing at all |
| [01:55.49] | Except hatred. |
| [01:57.03] | |
| [02:04.82] | Disillusioned words like bullets bark |
| [02:07.17] | As human gods aim for their mark |
| [02:09.26] | Made everything from toy guns that spark |
| [02:11.62] | To fleshcolored Christs that glow in the dark |
| [02:13.99] | It' s easy to see without looking too far |
| [02:16.22] | That not much |
| [02:16.67] | Is really sacred. |
| [02:18.21] | |
| [02:26.89] | While preachers preach of evil fates |
| [02:29.19] | Teachers teach that knowledge waits |
| [02:31.46] | Can lead to hundreddollar plates |
| [02:33.37] | Goodness hides behind its gates |
| [02:35.67] | But even the president of the United States |
| [02:38.06] | Sometimes must have |
| [02:39.23] | To stand naked. |
| [02:40.40] | |
| [02:48.51] | An' though the rules of the road have been lodged |
| [02:52.79] | It' s only people' s games that you got to dodge |
| [02:58.22] | And it' s alright, Ma, I can make it. |
| [03:03.04] | |
| [03:10.92] | Advertising signs that con you |
| [03:13.76] | Into thinking you' re the one |
| [03:15.34] | That can do what' s never been done |
| [03:17.49] | That can win what' s never been won |
| [03:19.54] | Meantime life outside goes on |
| [03:21.42] | All around you. |
| [03:22.71] | |
| [03:30.79] | You lose yourself, you reappear |
| [03:32.64] | You suddenly find you got nothing to fear |
| [03:35.00] | Alone you stand with nobody near |
| [03:37.17] | When a trembling distant voice, unclear |
| [03:39.38] | Startles your sleeping ears to hear |
| [03:41.25] | That somebody thinks |
| [03:42.54] | They really found you. |
| [03:43.86] | |
| [03:53.22] | A question in your nerves is lit |
| [03:55.12] | Yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy |
| [03:57.94] | Insure you not to quit |
| [03:59.39] | To keep it in your mind and not fergit |
| [04:01.19] | That it is not he or she or them or it |
| [04:03.45] | That you belong to. |
| [04:04.89] | |
| [04:12.01] | Although the masters make the rules |
| [04:16.06] | For the wise men and the fools |
| [04:20.63] | I got nothing, Ma, to live up to. |
| [04:25.88] | |
| [04:39.75] | For them that must obey authority |
| [04:41.95] | That they do not respect in any degree |
| [04:44.22] | Who despise their jobs, their destinies |
| [04:46.60] | Speak jealously of them that are free |
| [04:48.65] | Cultivate their flowers to be |
| [04:50.97] | Nothing more than something |
| [04:51.79] | They invest in. |
| [04:53.08] | |
| [04:59.29] | While some on principles baptized |
| [05:01.42] | To strict party platform ties |
| [05:03.62] | Social clubs in drag disguise |
| [05:05.70] | Outsiders they can freely criticize |
| [05:07.84] | Tell nothing except who to idolize |
| [05:09.94] | And then say God bless him. |
| [05:11.50] | |
| [05:19.65] | While one who sings with his tongue on fire |
| [05:21.96] | Gargles in the rat race choir |
| [05:24.07] | Bent out of shape from society' s pliers |
| [05:26.27] | Cares not to come up any higher |
| [05:28.45] | But rather get you down in the hole |
| [05:30.12] | That he' s in. |
| [05:31.36] | |
| [05:38.11] | But I mean no harm nor put fault |
| [05:42.12] | On anyone that lives in a vault |
| [05:46.48] | But it' s alright, Ma, if I can' t please him. |
| [05:51.84] | |
| [06:04.88] | Old lady judges watch people in pairs |
| [06:07.24] | Limited in sex, they dare |
| [06:09.16] | To push fake morals, insult and stare |
| [06:11.52] | While money doesn' t talk, it swears |
| [06:13.36] | Obscenity, who really cares |
| [06:15.47] | Propaganda, all is phony. |
| [06:17.54] | |
| [06:27.20] | While them that defend what they cannot see |
| [06:29.45] | With a killer' s pride, security |
| [06:31.80] | It blows the minds most bitterly |
| [06:33.86] | For them that think death' s honesty |
| [06:36.03] | Won' t fall upon them naturally |
| [06:38.00] | Life sometimes |
| [06:39.00] | Must get lonely. |
| [06:40.38] | |
| [06:47.62] | My eyes collide headon with stuffed graveyards |
| [06:50.87] | False gods, I scuff |
| [06:52.59] | At pettiness which plays so rough |
| [06:54.46] | Walk upsidedown inside handcuffs |
| [06:56.85] | Kick my legs to crash it off |
| [06:58.74] | Say okay, I have had enough |
| [07:00.49] | What else can you show me? |
| [07:02.30] | |
| [07:07.63] | And if my thoughtdreams could be seen |
| [07:11.58] | They' d probably put my head in a guillotine |
| [07:16.37] | But it' s alright, Ma, it' s life, and life only. |
| [07:22.78] |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : Dylan |
| [00:12.91] | Darkness at the break of noon |
| [00:14.68] | Shadows even the silver spoon |
| [00:16.75] | The handmade blade, the child' s balloon |
| [00:18.99] | Eclipses both the sun and moon |
| [00:21.16] | To understand you know too soon |
| [00:23.07] | There is no sense in trying. |
| [00:25.29] | |
| [00:33.86] | Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn |
| [00:36.04] | Suicide remarks are torn |
| [00:38.03] | From the fool' s gold mouthpiece |
| [00:39.88] | The hollow horn plays wasted words |
| [00:42.02] | Proves to warn |
| [00:43.10] | That he not busy being born |
| [00:44.98] | Is busy dying. |
| [00:46.46] | |
| [00:56.08] | Temptation' s page flies out the door |
| [00:58.14] | You follow, find yourself at war |
| [01:00.13] | Watch waterfalls of pity roar |
| [01:02.35] | You feel to moan but unlike before |
| [01:04.77] | You discover |
| [01:05.11] | That you' d just be |
| [01:06.14] | One more person crying. |
| [01:08.09] | |
| [01:14.75] | So don' t fear if you hear |
| [01:18.80] | A foreign sound to your ear |
| [01:23.20] | It' s alright, Ma, I' m only sighing. |
| [01:28.70] | |
| [01:44.53] | As some warn victory, some downfall |
| [01:47.19] | Private reasons great or small |
| [01:49.18] | Can be seen in the eyes of those that call |
| [01:51.24] | To make all that should be killed to crawl |
| [01:53.29] | While others say don' t hate nothing at all |
| [01:55.49] | Except hatred. |
| [01:57.03] | |
| [02:04.82] | Disillusioned words like bullets bark |
| [02:07.17] | As human gods aim for their mark |
| [02:09.26] | Made everything from toy guns that spark |
| [02:11.62] | To fleshcolored Christs that glow in the dark |
| [02:13.99] | It' s easy to see without looking too far |
| [02:16.22] | That not much |
| [02:16.67] | Is really sacred. |
| [02:18.21] | |
| [02:26.89] | While preachers preach of evil fates |
| [02:29.19] | Teachers teach that knowledge waits |
| [02:31.46] | Can lead to hundreddollar plates |
| [02:33.37] | Goodness hides behind its gates |
| [02:35.67] | But even the president of the United States |
| [02:38.06] | Sometimes must have |
| [02:39.23] | To stand naked. |
| [02:40.40] | |
| [02:48.51] | An' though the rules of the road have been lodged |
| [02:52.79] | It' s only people' s games that you got to dodge |
| [02:58.22] | And it' s alright, Ma, I can make it. |
| [03:03.04] | |
| [03:10.92] | Advertising signs that con you |
| [03:13.76] | Into thinking you' re the one |
| [03:15.34] | That can do what' s never been done |
| [03:17.49] | That can win what' s never been won |
| [03:19.54] | Meantime life outside goes on |
| [03:21.42] | All around you. |
| [03:22.71] | |
| [03:30.79] | You lose yourself, you reappear |
| [03:32.64] | You suddenly find you got nothing to fear |
| [03:35.00] | Alone you stand with nobody near |
| [03:37.17] | When a trembling distant voice, unclear |
| [03:39.38] | Startles your sleeping ears to hear |
| [03:41.25] | That somebody thinks |
| [03:42.54] | They really found you. |
| [03:43.86] | |
| [03:53.22] | A question in your nerves is lit |
| [03:55.12] | Yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy |
| [03:57.94] | Insure you not to quit |
| [03:59.39] | To keep it in your mind and not fergit |
| [04:01.19] | That it is not he or she or them or it |
| [04:03.45] | That you belong to. |
| [04:04.89] | |
| [04:12.01] | Although the masters make the rules |
| [04:16.06] | For the wise men and the fools |
| [04:20.63] | I got nothing, Ma, to live up to. |
| [04:25.88] | |
| [04:39.75] | For them that must obey authority |
| [04:41.95] | That they do not respect in any degree |
| [04:44.22] | Who despise their jobs, their destinies |
| [04:46.60] | Speak jealously of them that are free |
| [04:48.65] | Cultivate their flowers to be |
| [04:50.97] | Nothing more than something |
| [04:51.79] | They invest in. |
| [04:53.08] | |
| [04:59.29] | While some on principles baptized |
| [05:01.42] | To strict party platform ties |
| [05:03.62] | Social clubs in drag disguise |
| [05:05.70] | Outsiders they can freely criticize |
| [05:07.84] | Tell nothing except who to idolize |
| [05:09.94] | And then say God bless him. |
| [05:11.50] | |
| [05:19.65] | While one who sings with his tongue on fire |
| [05:21.96] | Gargles in the rat race choir |
| [05:24.07] | Bent out of shape from society' s pliers |
| [05:26.27] | Cares not to come up any higher |
| [05:28.45] | But rather get you down in the hole |
| [05:30.12] | That he' s in. |
| [05:31.36] | |
| [05:38.11] | But I mean no harm nor put fault |
| [05:42.12] | On anyone that lives in a vault |
| [05:46.48] | But it' s alright, Ma, if I can' t please him. |
| [05:51.84] | |
| [06:04.88] | Old lady judges watch people in pairs |
| [06:07.24] | Limited in sex, they dare |
| [06:09.16] | To push fake morals, insult and stare |
| [06:11.52] | While money doesn' t talk, it swears |
| [06:13.36] | Obscenity, who really cares |
| [06:15.47] | Propaganda, all is phony. |
| [06:17.54] | |
| [06:27.20] | While them that defend what they cannot see |
| [06:29.45] | With a killer' s pride, security |
| [06:31.80] | It blows the minds most bitterly |
| [06:33.86] | For them that think death' s honesty |
| [06:36.03] | Won' t fall upon them naturally |
| [06:38.00] | Life sometimes |
| [06:39.00] | Must get lonely. |
| [06:40.38] | |
| [06:47.62] | My eyes collide headon with stuffed graveyards |
| [06:50.87] | False gods, I scuff |
| [06:52.59] | At pettiness which plays so rough |
| [06:54.46] | Walk upsidedown inside handcuffs |
| [06:56.85] | Kick my legs to crash it off |
| [06:58.74] | Say okay, I have had enough |
| [07:00.49] | What else can you show me? |
| [07:02.30] | |
| [07:07.63] | And if my thoughtdreams could be seen |
| [07:11.58] | They' d probably put my head in a guillotine |
| [07:16.37] | But it' s alright, Ma, it' s life, and life only. |
| [07:22.78] |