LRC歌词
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[ti:Sidewalk Hobo]
[ar:Tony Joe White]
[al:The Train I'm On]
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[00:00.000]Sidewalk Hobo - Tony Joe White
[00:19.294]以下歌词翻译由文曲大模型提供
[00:19.294]As footsteps echo softly to
[00:22.024]当脚步声轻轻回荡在
[00:22.024]The early morning hours
[00:28.173]这清晨的时光里
[00:28.173]The slowness of his moves should be a warning
[00:36.329]他迟缓的动作本该是个警示
[00:36.329]But from the trash he digs
[00:38.077]但他仍从垃圾堆中翻找
[00:38.077]He patchs socks and yesterdays flowers
[00:44.635]缝补着袜子和昨日的花朵
[00:44.635]What a way to start a monday morning
[00:57.697]这就是他周一早晨的开始
[00:57.697]He might have been a carpenter
[01:00.505]他或许曾是个木匠
[01:00.505]At one time in his life
[01:06.305]曾几何时在他生命中
[01:06.305]And he built a lot of homes but never had one
[01:14.412]他建造无数房屋 却从未拥有一个家
[01:14.412]Or he could have been a poet
[01:17.501]或许他本可以成为诗人
[01:17.501]Who had come upon some hard times
[01:23.850]却遭遇了艰难岁月
[01:23.850]And all that he had lived
[01:25.658]他所经历的一切
[01:25.658]Was just his sad poems
[02:04.137]都化作悲伤的诗行
[02:04.137]He could have been a singer
[02:07.126]他本可以成为歌者
[02:07.126]With a lot of promise
[02:11.425]前程似锦
[02:11.425]But cigarettes and whiskey
[02:13.704]但烟酒侵蚀了他的喉咙
[02:13.704]Ruined his throat
[02:18.813]毁掉了他的嗓音
[02:18.813]Now it was hard to remember
[02:22.643]如今连简单的旋律
[02:22.643]Even a simple tune
[02:25.613]都难以记起
[02:25.613]Or the words to songs
[02:27.253]更别提那些
[02:27.253]That he had wrote
[02:50.100]他曾写下的歌词
[02:50.100]Now take me back to Memphis
[02:52.709]带我回到孟菲斯吧
[02:52.709]I've got to do some thinking
[02:59.117]我需要好好思考
[02:59.117]Cause I've been in this city way too long
[03:06.305]因我在这座城市已漂泊太久
[03:06.305]And it lays heavy on my mind
[03:09.123]沉重的思绪压在我心头
[03:09.123]When I see another man
[03:14.012]当我看见另一个男人
[03:14.012]Having to make the sidewalks his home
[03:17.109]不得不以人行道为家
[03:17.109]
文本歌词
Sidewalk Hobo - Tony Joe White
以下歌词翻译由文曲大模型提供
As footsteps echo softly to
当脚步声轻轻回荡在
The early morning hours
这清晨的时光里
The slowness of his moves should be a warning
他迟缓的动作本该是个警示
But from the trash he digs
但他仍从垃圾堆中翻找
He patchs socks and yesterdays flowers
缝补着袜子和昨日的花朵
What a way to start a monday morning
这就是他周一早晨的开始
He might have been a carpenter
他或许曾是个木匠
At one time in his life
曾几何时在他生命中
And he built a lot of homes but never had one
他建造无数房屋 却从未拥有一个家
Or he could have been a poet
或许他本可以成为诗人
Who had come upon some hard times
却遭遇了艰难岁月
And all that he had lived
他所经历的一切
Was just his sad poems
都化作悲伤的诗行
He could have been a singer
他本可以成为歌者
With a lot of promise
前程似锦
But cigarettes and whiskey
但烟酒侵蚀了他的喉咙
Ruined his throat
毁掉了他的嗓音
Now it was hard to remember
如今连简单的旋律
Even a simple tune
都难以记起
Or the words to songs
更别提那些
That he had wrote
他曾写下的歌词
Now take me back to Memphis
带我回到孟菲斯吧
I've got to do some thinking
我需要好好思考
Cause I've been in this city way too long
因我在这座城市已漂泊太久
And it lays heavy on my mind
沉重的思绪压在我心头
When I see another man
当我看见另一个男人
Having to make the sidewalks his home
不得不以人行道为家