[00:00.00] 作词 : B. Dylan
[00:01.00] 作曲 : B. Dylan
[00:15.07]Far between sundown's finish an' midnight's broken toll
[00:22.54]We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashing
[00:29.79]As majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the sounds
[00:37.25]Seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing
[00:44.78]Flashing for the warriors whose strength is not to fight
[00:52.26]Flashing for the refugees on the unarmed road of flight
[00:59.58]An' for each an' ev'ry underdog soldier in the night
[01:07.00][02:06.86][03:22.29]An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
[01:14.72]Even though a cloud's white curtain in a far-off corner flared
[01:22.08]An' the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting
[01:29.74]Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones
[01:37.29]Condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting
[01:44.80]Tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking trail
[01:52.14]For the lonesome-hearted lovers with too personal a tale
[01:59.39]An' for each unharmful, gentle soul misplaced inside a jail
[02:30.34]Starry-eyed an' laughing as I recall when we were caught
[02:37.34]Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended
[02:44.93]As we listened one last time an' we watched with one last look
[02:52.64]Spellbound an' swallowed 'til the tolling ended
[03:00.14]Tolling for the aching whose wounds cannot be nursed
[03:07.52]For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an' worse
[03:14.98]An' for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe

作词 : B. Dylan
作曲 : B. Dylan
Far between sundown's finish an' midnight's broken toll
We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashing
As majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the sounds
Seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing
Flashing for the warriors whose strength is not to fight
Flashing for the refugees on the unarmed road of flight
An' for each an' ev'ry underdog soldier in the night
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
Even though a cloud's white curtain in a far-off corner flared
An' the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting
Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones
Condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting
Tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking trail
For the lonesome-hearted lovers with too personal a tale
An' for each unharmful, gentle soul misplaced inside a jail
Starry-eyed an' laughing as I recall when we were caught
Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended
As we listened one last time an' we watched with one last look
Spellbound an' swallowed 'til the tolling ended
Tolling for the aching whose wounds cannot be nursed
For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an' worse
An' for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe