Bob Dylan - Minstrel boy歌词
下载《Minstrel boy文本歌词》Minstrel Boy
Minstrel Boy
Artist:Bob Dylan
LRC file:Raven K
The minstrel boy to the war has gone,
In the ranks of death you'll find him;
His father's sword he has girded on,
And his wild hard slung behind him;
“Land of song!”say the warrior bard,
“Though all the world betrays thee,
One sword,at least,thy right shall guard,
One faithful harp shall praise thee!”
The minstrel fell!
But the foemans chains,
Could not bring this proud soul under;
The harp he loved never spoke again,
For he tore its chords asunder;
And said“No chains shall sully thee,
Thou soul of love and bravery!
Thy songs we're made for the pure and free,
They shall never sound in slavery!”
Minstrel Boy
Minstrel Boy
Artist:Bob Dylan
LRC file:Raven K
The minstrel boy to the war has gone,
In the ranks of death you'll find him;
His father's sword he has girded on,
And his wild hard slung behind him;
“Land of song!”say the warrior bard,
“Though all the world betrays thee,
One sword,at least,thy right shall guard,
One faithful harp shall praise thee!”
The minstrel fell!
But the foemans chains,
Could not bring this proud soul under;
The harp he loved never spoke again,
For he tore its chords asunder;
And said“No chains shall sully thee,
Thou soul of love and bravery!
Thy songs we're made for the pure and free,
They shall never sound in slavery!”
Minstrel Boy
Minstrel boyLRC歌词
下载《Minstrel boyLRC歌词》[ti:Minstrel Boy] [ar:Bob Dylan] [al:Black Hawk Down] [00:00.00]Minstrel Boy [00:05.75]Minstrel Boy [00:33.30]Artist:Bob Dylan [01:16.91]LRC file:Raven K [01:31.18]The minstrel boy to the war has gone, [01:39.56]In the ranks of death you'll find him; [01:47.76]His father's sword he has girded on, [01:55.61]And his wild hard slung behind him; [02:04.38]“Land of song!”say the warrior bard, [02:12.31]“Though all the world betrays thee, [02:20.74]One sword,at least,thy right shall guard, [02:28.55]One faithful harp shall praise thee!” [02:42.21] [03:26.52]The minstrel fell! [03:30.66]But the foemans chains, [03:34.46]Could not bring this proud soul under; [03:43.03]The harp he loved never spoke again, [03:51.18]For he tore its chords asunder; [03:59.79]And said“No chains shall sully thee, [04:07.64]Thou soul of love and bravery! [04:16.00]Thy songs we're made for the pure and free, [04:24.71]They shall never sound in slavery!” [04:39.78]Minstrel Boy [05:03.39]Bob Dylan