[00:00.000] 作词 : Bob Dylan
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Bob Dylan
[00:04.27]Come gather 'round friends
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[00:09.55]And I'll tell you a tale
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[00:12.29]Of when the red iron armpits ran plenty
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[00:16.15]But the cardboard filled windows
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[00:18.47]And old men on the benches
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[00:21.77]Tell you now that the whole town is empty
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[00:27.48]In the north end of town
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[00:33.29]My own children have grown
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[00:36.78]Well I was raised on the other
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[00:42.89]In the wee hours of youth
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[00:45.89]My mother took sick
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[00:50.67]And I was brought up by my brother
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[00:56.07]The iron ore poured
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[00:57.87]As the years passed the door
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[01:02.48]The drag lines an' the shovels they was a-humming
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[01:07.52]Till one day my brother
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[01:10.42]Failed to come home
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[01:14.52]The same as my father before him
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[01:21.99]Well a long winter's wait
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[01:24.14]From the window I watched
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[01:28.15]My friends they couldn't have been kinder
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[01:33.13]And my schooling was cut
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[01:36.61]As I quit in the spring
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[01:40.59]To marry John Thomas, a miner
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[01:42.75]Oh the years passed again
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[01:49.52]And the givin' was good
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[01:53.08]With the lunch bucket filled every season
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[02:00.95]What with three babies born
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[02:02.61]The work was cut down
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[02:07.23]To a half a day's shift with no reason
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[02:14.36]Then the shaft was soon shut
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[02:16.70]And more work was cut
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[02:20.19]And the fire in the air, it felt frozen
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[02:26.45]Till a man come to speak
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[02:32.75]And he said in one week
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[02:34.99]That number eleven was closin'
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[02:42.96]They complained, in the east
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[02:44.60]They are paying too high
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[02:49.60]They say that your ore ain't worth digging
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[02:54.32]That it's much cheaper down
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[02:56.62]In the South American towns
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[03:01.28]Where the miners work almost for nothing
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[03:09.78]So the mining gates locked
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[03:11.31]And the red iron rotted
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[03:17.83]And the room smelled heavy from drinking
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[03:22.34]And the sad, silent song
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[03:23.82]Made the hour twice as long
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[03:30.18]As I waited for the sun to go sinking
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[03:36.54]I lived by the window
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[03:38.83]As he talked to himself
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[03:43.00]This silence of tongues it was building
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[03:46.13]Then one morning's wake
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[03:52.09]The bed it was bare
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[03:57.28]And I was left alone with three children
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[04:02.65]The summer is gone
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[04:07.28]The ground's turning cold
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[04:08.84]The stores one by one they're a foldin'
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[04:14.49]My children will go
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[04:16.74]As soon as they grow
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[04:21.62]Well, there ain't nothing here now to hold them
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