[00:00.000] 作曲 : Leonard Cohen
[00:32.082]I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel
[00:38.713]You were talking so brave and so sweet
[00:45.892]Giving me head on the unmade bed
[00:51.460]While the limousines wait in the street
[00:57.838]And those were the reasons and that was New York
[01:03.945]I was running for the money and the flesh, say it again
[01:10.852]I was running for the money and the flesh
[01:17.494]And that was called love for the workers in song
[01:23.098]And it still is for those of us left
[01:29.483]Ah but you got away, didn’t you babe
[01:37.978]You just threw it all to the ground
[01:44.361]You got away, they can't pay you now
[01:52.332]For making your sweet little sound, can they?
[01:59.232]Making your sweet little sound on the jukebox
[02:06.153]Making your sweet little sound on the radio
[02:12.533]Making your sweet little sound
[02:22.625]I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel
[02:30.054]In the winter of '67
[02:38.045]My friends of that year, they were all getting queer
[02:45.226]And me, I was just getting even
[02:51.877]And those were the reasons and that was New York
[02:58.252]I was running for the money and the flesh
[03:05.430]That was called love for the workers in song
[03:11.292]And it still is for those of us left
[03:17.957]Ah but you got away, didn’t you babe
[03:26.476]You just turned your back on the pain
[03:33.652]You got away, on your deepest dream
[03:40.559]Racing the midnight train, babe
[03:47.750]Racing the midnight train, all naked now
[03:54.654]Racing the midnight, feet on the gravel
[04:01.288]Racing the midnight train, yes you caught it baby
[04:08.199]Racing the midnight train, oh you waved to me now
[04:15.103]Racing the midnight train, we can't follow you
[04:21.766]Racing the midnight train
[04:31.866]I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel
[04:39.317]Then I went down to Tennessee
[04:47.539]Sat by the stream listening to nothing else but
[04:53.674]Holding my honorable dream
[05:00.308]Willie York from the Big East Fork
[05:05.351]He came there to talk with me
[05:11.733]And we fed the peafowl the bread for their pride
[05:18.115]The stream there, it's still running inside
[05:24.232]Ah but you got away, didn’t you babe
[05:31.677]You just threw it all to the ground
[05:38.065]You got away, they can't pay you now
[05:44.707]For making your sweet little sound, I'm so tired
[05:51.617]Making your sweet little sound, I'm thinking of you baby
[05:58.525]Making your sweet little sound, did it happen baby
[06:05.450]Were you standing here, just like I am
[06:12.669]I am singing, O they're clapping, people listening, nobody doing
[06:25.456]Making your sweet little sound, I can hear you now
[06:31.856]Go into the jukebox, choose your records, and listen all night now
[06:42.226]Making your sweet little sound, baby
[06:48.869]Making your sweet little sound on the jukebox
[06:56.041]Guess I got nothing more to say to you, baby
[07:01.373]I mean, so long, gotta leave you now
[07:11.999]Little sound

作曲 : Leonard Cohen
I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel
You were talking so brave and so sweet
Giving me head on the unmade bed
While the limousines wait in the street
And those were the reasons and that was New York
I was running for the money and the flesh, say it again
I was running for the money and the flesh
And that was called love for the workers in song
And it still is for those of us left
Ah but you got away, didn’t you babe
You just threw it all to the ground
You got away, they can't pay you now
For making your sweet little sound, can they?
Making your sweet little sound on the jukebox
Making your sweet little sound on the radio
Making your sweet little sound
I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel
In the winter of '67
My friends of that year, they were all getting queer
And me, I was just getting even
And those were the reasons and that was New York
I was running for the money and the flesh
That was called love for the workers in song
And it still is for those of us left
Ah but you got away, didn’t you babe
You just turned your back on the pain
You got away, on your deepest dream
Racing the midnight train, babe
Racing the midnight train, all naked now
Racing the midnight, feet on the gravel
Racing the midnight train, yes you caught it baby
Racing the midnight train, oh you waved to me now
Racing the midnight train, we can't follow you
Racing the midnight train
I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel
Then I went down to Tennessee
Sat by the stream listening to nothing else but
Holding my honorable dream
Willie York from the Big East Fork
He came there to talk with me
And we fed the peafowl the bread for their pride
The stream there, it's still running inside
Ah but you got away, didn’t you babe
You just threw it all to the ground
You got away, they can't pay you now
For making your sweet little sound, I'm so tired
Making your sweet little sound, I'm thinking of you baby
Making your sweet little sound, did it happen baby
Were you standing here, just like I am
I am singing, O they're clapping, people listening, nobody doing
Making your sweet little sound, I can hear you now
Go into the jukebox, choose your records, and listen all night now
Making your sweet little sound, baby
Making your sweet little sound on the jukebox
Guess I got nothing more to say to you, baby
I mean, so long, gotta leave you now
Little sound