Honey, just allow me one more chance To get along with you Honey, just allow me one more chance Ah'll do anything with you Well, I'm a-walkin' down the
While riding on a train goin' west I fell asleep for to take my rest I dreamed a dream that made me sad Concerning myself and the first few friends I
"Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son? And where have you been my darling young one?" "I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains I've
It ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe If?in you don?t know by now An' it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe It don't matter anyhow When your
Come you masters of war You that build the big guns You that build the death planes You that build all the bombs You that hide behind walls You that
How many roads must a man walk down Before you call him a man? How many seas must a white dove sail Before she sleeps in this sand? Yes, an' how many
Unlike most of the songs nowadays Have been written up town in Tinpine Alley That's where most of the folk songs come from nowadays Now this, this is
If you're travelin' in the North Country fair Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline Remember me to one who lives there For she once was a true love
Oxford town, Oxford town Everybody has got their heads bowed down The sun don't shine above the ground Ain't a-goin' down to Oxford town He went down
sit in back off the tub, cost a quarter, half price Well, my telephone rang it would not stop It's President Kennedy callin' me up He said,"My friend, Bob
Some time ago a crazy dream came to me I dreamt I was walkin' into World War Three I went to the doctor the very next day To see what kinda words he could
Well, I'm walkin' down the highway With my suitcase in my hand Yes, I'm walkin' down the highway With my suitcase in my hand Lord, I really miss my baby
Превод: Дилън, Боб. В Freewheelin 'Bob Dylan.
: How many roads must a man walk down Before you call him a man? Yes, 'n' how many seas must a white dove sail Before she sleeps in the sand? Yes, 'n
: Come you masters of war You that build all the guns You that build the death planes You that build the big bombs You that hide behind walls You that
: Well, I'm walkin' down the highway With my suitcase in my hand. Yes, I'm walkin' down the highway With my suitcase in my hand. Lord, I really miss
: Well, the Lone Ranger and Tonto They are ridin' down the line Fixin' ev'rybody's troubles Ev'rybody's 'cept mine Somebody musta tol' 'em That I was
: Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son? Oh, where have you been, my darling young one? I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains, I've