Death Of Emmett Till （音频来自于Bob Dylan 于1962年3月11日同Cynthia Gooding一同录制的广播节目） ’Twas down in Mississippi not so long agoWhen a young boy from Chicago town stepped through a Southern doorThis boy’s dreadful tragedy I can still remember wellThe 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 upThey said they had a reason, but I can’t remember whatThey tortured him and did some things too evil to repeatThere were screaming sounds inside the barn, there was laughing soundsout on the street Then they rolled his body down a gulf amidst a bloody red rainAnd they threw him in the waters wide to cease his screaming painThe reason that they killed him there, and I’m sure it ain’t no lieWas just for the fun of killin’ him and to watch him slowly die And then to stop the United States of yelling for a trialTwo brothers they confessed that they had killed poor Emmett TillBut on the jury there were men who helped the brothers commit thisawful crimeAnd so this trial was a mockery, but nobody seemed to mind I saw the morning papers but I could not bear to seeThe smiling brothers walkin’ down the courthouse stairsFor the jury found them innocent and the brothers they went freeWhile 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 unjustYour eyes are filled with dead men’s dirt, your mind is filled with dustYour arms and legs they must be in shackles and chains, and your bloodit must refuse to flowFor you let this human race fall down so God-awful low! This song is just a reminder to remind your fellow manThat this kind of thing still lives today in that ghost-robed Ku Klux KlanBut if all of us folks that thinks alike, if we gave all we could giveWe could make this great land of ours a greater place to live Read more: http://www.bobdylan.com/us/songs/death-emmett-till#ixzz3KfTKjpyY