在手机上保存，获得更好体验
Death of Emmet Till - Bob Dylan
Composed by：Bob Dylan
Twas down in Mississippi not so long ago
When a young boy from Chicago walked through
A Southern door
This boy's dreadful 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 bloody 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 was 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 to 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 of 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
