Lletres:
Times They Are A Changin The

the bone If your time to you Is worth savin' Then you better start swimmin' Or you'll sink like a stone For the times they are a-changin' Come writers

A bullet from the back of a bush took Medgar Evers' blood A finger fired the trigger to his name A handle hid out in the dark A hand set the spark Two

cleaned up all the food from the table And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane That sailed through the

got a letter on a lonesome day It was from her ship a-sailin' Saying, I don't know when I'll be comin' back again It depends on how I'm a-feelin' If

felt frozen 'Til a man come to speak and he said in one week That number eleven was closin' They complained in the east, they are paying too high They

To tie up the time most forcefully But the bottles are done, we've killed each one And the tables full and overflowed And the corner sign, says it's closing time

the bone If your time to you is worth savin', then you better start swimmin' Or you'll sink like a stone for the times they are a-changin' Come writers

bone If your time to you is worth savin' Then you better start swimmin' or you'll sink like a stone For the times they are a-changin' The line it is

' So get out of the new one if you can't lend your hand For the times, they are a-changin' For the times, they are a-changin' The line, it is drawn,