Chimes of Freedom: The Songs of Bob Dylan (Honoring 50 Years of Amnesty International)

Let me in here, i know i've been here Let me into your heart Let me know you, let me show you Let me roll it to you All i have is yours All you see is mine And i'm glad to hold you in my arms I'd have you anytime Let me say it, let me play it Let me

They sat together in the park As the evening sky grew dark She looked at him and he felt a spark tingle to his bones It was then he felt alone and wished that he'd gone straight And watched out for a simple twist of fate. They walked alone by the old

微博~~~~http://weibo.com/u/2204639102 豆瓣 一米三五 I shall be released 我终将解放 They say ev'rything can be replaced 他们说任何事物皆会归其本源 Yet ev'ry distance is not near 任何距离并非都那么遥远 So I remember ev'ry face 于是我记着每张脸 Of ev'ry man who put me here 让我走到这境地的每张脸 I see my lig

Corrina, Corrina Girl, where you been so long? Corrina, Corrina Girl, where you been so long? I been worryin' about you, baby Baby, please come home I got a bird that whistles I got a bird that sings I got a bird that whistles I got a bird that sings

Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you. Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship oh, my sen

If you're traveling in the north country fair Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline Remember me to one who lives there She once was a true love of mine If you go when the snowflakes storm When the rivers freeze and summer ends Please see if she

The guilty undertaker sighs The lonesome organ grinder cries The silver saxophones say I should refuse you The cracked bells and washed-out horns Blow into my face with scorn But it's not that way I wasn't born to lose you I want you I want you I wan

(Bob Dylan) I first heard this from Ric von Schmidt. He lives in Cambridge. Ric is a blues guitarplayer. I met him one day on The green pastures of the Harvard University. - Baby let me follow you down, baby let me follow you down Well I'll do anythi

How many roads must a man walk down Before you call him a man? How many seas must the white dove sail Before she sleeps in the sand? Yes, and how many times must the cannonballs fly Before they are forever banned? The answer, my friend, is blowin' in