The Times They Are A-Changin' (Album Version)
The Byrds"The Times They Are A-Changin' (Album Version)" es una canción de The Byrds, 1990, Pop. La canción dura 1:58, 41 lines / 205 words.
Letra
0:05Written by Bob Dylan
0:06Come gather round people
0:07Wherever you roam
0:09And admit that the waters
0:12Around you have grown
0:13And accept it that soon
0:15You'll be drenched to the bone
0:17If your time to you is worth savin'
0:23Then you better start swimming
0:25Or you'll sink like a stone
0:27For the times they are a changin
0:34Come writers and critics
0:36Who prophesize with your pen
0:39Keep your eyes open
0:40The chance won't come again
0:42Watch what you say
0:44For the wheel's still in spin
0:46And there ain't tellin' who that it's naming
0:52For the loser now
0:54Will be later to win
0:56For the times they are a changin
1:03Come senators congressmen
1:06Please heed the call
1:07Don't stand in the doorway
1:09Don't block up the hall
1:11For he who gets hurt
1:13Will be he who has stalled
1:15The battle outside raging
1:21It'll rattle your windows
1:23And shake down your walls
1:25For the times they are a changin
1:37Come mothers and fathers
1:39Throughout the land
1:41And don't criticise
1:41What you can't understand
1:45Your sons and your daughters
1:46Are beyond your command
1:49Your old road is rapidly aging
1:54Get out of the new one
1:56If you can't lend your hand
1:58For the times they are a changin
Written by Bob Dylan Come gather round people Wherever you roam And admit that the waters Around you have grown And accept it that soon You'll be drenched to the bone If your time to you is worth savin' Then you better start swimming Or you'll sink like a stone For the times they are a changin Come writers and critics Who prophesize with your pen Keep your eyes open The chance won't come again Watch what you say For the wheel's still in spin And there ain't tellin' who that it's naming For the loser now Will be later to win For the times they are a changin Come senators congressmen Please heed the call Don't stand in the doorway Don't block up the hall For he who gets hurt Will be he who has stalled The battle outside raging It'll rattle your windows And shake down your walls For the times they are a changin Come mothers and fathers Throughout the land And don't criticise What you can't understand Your sons and your daughters Are beyond your command Your old road is rapidly aging Get out of the new one If you can't lend your hand For the times they are a changin
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