[00:00.000] 作词 : Bob Dylan
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Bob Dylan
[00:24.845]Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble
[00:32.610]Ancient footprints are everywhere
[00:40.447]You could almost think that you're seeing double
[00:47.272]On the cold, dark night on the Spanish Stairs
[00:55.528]Gotta hurry on back to my hotel room
[01:02.146]Where I got me a date with a pretty little girl from Greece
[01:09.491]She promised she'd be there with me
[01:16.348]When I paint my masterpiece
[01:37.620]Oh, the hours we spent, inside the Coliseum
[01:45.409]Dodging lions, and a-wasting time
[01:52.534]Oh those mighty kings of the jungle, I could hardly stand to see 'em
[01:59.920]Yes it sure has been a long, hard drive
[02:07.769]Train wheels a-running thru the back of my memory
[02:14.526]When I ran on a hilltop following a pack of wild geese
[02:22.196]Someday everything is gonna sound like a rhapsody
[02:28.798]When I paint my masterpiece
[02:40.431]Sailing round the world in a dirty gondola
[02:47.609]Oh to be back in the land of, Coca-cola
[03:00.951]Well I left Rome, and landed in Brussels
[03:08.764]On a plane ride so bumpy that I almost cried
[03:15.869]Clergy men in uniform, and young girls pulling mussels
[03:23.081]Everyone was there to greet me when I stepped inside
[03:31.173]Newspaper men eating candy
[03:38.057]Had to be held down by big police
[03:45.157]Someday, its gonna be different
[03:52.159]When I paint my masterpiece

作词 : Bob Dylan
作曲 : Bob Dylan
Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble
Ancient footprints are everywhere
You could almost think that you're seeing double
On the cold, dark night on the Spanish Stairs
Gotta hurry on back to my hotel room
Where I got me a date with a pretty little girl from Greece
She promised she'd be there with me
When I paint my masterpiece
Oh, the hours we spent, inside the Coliseum
Dodging lions, and a-wasting time
Oh those mighty kings of the jungle, I could hardly stand to see 'em
Yes it sure has been a long, hard drive
Train wheels a-running thru the back of my memory
When I ran on a hilltop following a pack of wild geese
Someday everything is gonna sound like a rhapsody
When I paint my masterpiece
Sailing round the world in a dirty gondola
Oh to be back in the land of, Coca-cola
Well I left Rome, and landed in Brussels
On a plane ride so bumpy that I almost cried
Clergy men in uniform, and young girls pulling mussels
Everyone was there to greet me when I stepped inside
Newspaper men eating candy
Had to be held down by big police
Someday, its gonna be different
When I paint my masterpiece