Death Of Emmet Till(Live)歌词
作词 : Bob Dylan
作曲 : Bob Dylan
'Twas down in Mississippi
Not so long ago,
When a young boy from Chicago
Walk through a southern door.
This boy's faithful tragedy
You should all remember well,
The color of his skin was black
And his name was Emmett Till.
Some men they dragged him to a barn
And there they beat him up.
They said they had a reason,
But I disremember what.
They tortured him and did some things
Too evil to repeat.
There was screaming sounds inside the barn,
There was laughing sounds out on the street.
Then they rolled his body down a gulf
Amidst a blood-red rain
And they threw him in the waters wide
To cease his screaming pain.
The reason that they killed him there,
And I'm sure it wasn’t no lie,
Was just for the fun of killin' him
And to watch him slowly die
And then to stop the United States
Of yelling for a trial,
Two brothers they confessed that they
Had killed poor Emmett Till.
But on the jury there were men
Who helped the brothers commit this awful crime,
And so this trial was a mockery,
But nobody seemed to mind.
I saw the morning papers
But I could not bear
To see the smiling brothers
Walkin' down the courthouse stairs.
For the jury found them innocent
And the brothers they went free,
While Emmett's body floats the foam
Of a Jim Crow southern sea.
If you can't speak out against this kind of thing,
A crime that's so unjust,
Your eyes are filled with dead men's dirt,
Your mind is filled with dust.
Your arms and legs
They must be in shackles and chains,
And your blood it must refuse to flow,
For you let this human race
Fall down so god-awful low!
This song is just a reminder
To remind your fellow man
That this kind of thing still lives today
In that ghost-robed Ku Klux Klan.
But if all us folks that thinks alike,
If we gave all we could give,
We could make this great land of ours
A greater place to live.
作曲 : Bob Dylan
'Twas down in Mississippi
Not so long ago,
When a young boy from Chicago
Walk through a southern door.
This boy's faithful tragedy
You should all remember well,
The color of his skin was black
And his name was Emmett Till.
Some men they dragged him to a barn
And there they beat him up.
They said they had a reason,
But I disremember what.
They tortured him and did some things
Too evil to repeat.
There was screaming sounds inside the barn,
There was laughing sounds out on the street.
Then they rolled his body down a gulf
Amidst a blood-red rain
And they threw him in the waters wide
To cease his screaming pain.
The reason that they killed him there,
And I'm sure it wasn’t no lie,
Was just for the fun of killin' him
And to watch him slowly die
And then to stop the United States
Of yelling for a trial,
Two brothers they confessed that they
Had killed poor Emmett Till.
But on the jury there were men
Who helped the brothers commit this awful crime,
And so this trial was a mockery,
But nobody seemed to mind.
I saw the morning papers
But I could not bear
To see the smiling brothers
Walkin' down the courthouse stairs.
For the jury found them innocent
And the brothers they went free,
While Emmett's body floats the foam
Of a Jim Crow southern sea.
If you can't speak out against this kind of thing,
A crime that's so unjust,
Your eyes are filled with dead men's dirt,
Your mind is filled with dust.
Your arms and legs
They must be in shackles and chains,
And your blood it must refuse to flow,
For you let this human race
Fall down so god-awful low!
This song is just a reminder
To remind your fellow man
That this kind of thing still lives today
In that ghost-robed Ku Klux Klan.
But if all us folks that thinks alike,
If we gave all we could give,
We could make this great land of ours
A greater place to live.
