Try To Remember (Live) - The Brothers Four
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Try To Remember (Live) - The Brothers Four
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视频地址:http://v.youku.com/v_show/id_XMTY0MzgwMTY=.html
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. W1 B9 V* R6 W T/ h1 O* U六十年代美国民谣团体 The Brothers Four 最为国人所熟悉的歌应该就是 Try to Remember。这是一首发表于1965年的名副其实的“老”歌。《玻璃之城》里,Try to Remember 一遍一遍的响起,很多人从这里认识了它。而这首歌的特别之处也在于,即使是初听也会有似曾相识的感觉。或许是因为歌唱的就是回忆吧。
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The Brothers Four(四兄弟演唱组)是美国老牌民谣乐队之一,成立于50年代末,这个乐队由四个华盛顿大学的学生 Bob Flick、John Paine、Mike Kirkand、Dick Foley组成。乐队一组就是四十多年,唱的一直都是传统的通俗民谣,《Green Sleeves》,《Try to remember》那种,平平淡淡,以优美的弦律和琅琅上口的歌词取胜。
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The Brothers Four9 b& j8 H% p+ T5 W
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When life was slow and oh so mellow
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When grass was green and grain was yellow
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Try to remember and if you remember/ t3 Z8 u# I$ m) `
Then follow-follow oh-oh
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When love was an ember about to billow
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Deep in December it's nice to remember @/ e$ f4 `* _7 `
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Deep in December it's nice to remember
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My words fly up, my thoughts remain below. Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
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