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不久，好听的声音缓缓地从那人红润的双唇中飘了出来。
“If you miss the train I\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\'m on
You will know that I am gone
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles
A hundred miles, a hundred miles
A hundred miles, a hundred miles
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles
Lord, I\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\'m one, Lord, I\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\'m two
Lord, I\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\'m three, Lord, I\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\'m four
Lord, I\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\'m 500 miles away from home
Away from home, away from home
Away from home, away from home
Lord, I\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\'m 500 miles away from home
Not a shirt on my back
Not a penny to my name
Lord, I can\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\'t go back home this a-way
This a-way, this a-way
This a-way, this a-way
Lord, I can\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\'t go back home this a-way
If you miss the train I\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\'m on
You will know that I am gone
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles...”
BY：500 miles——The Brothers Four（歌词来自百度百科）
舞台上的那个人，穿着朴素，长得虽不能说绝代前华，但很耐看。在这个充满煤气的地方，破破旧旧的家具堆砌，破烂的窗帘，没擦亮的玻璃窗，掉墙皮的墙面……
黑咕隆咚的环境里，他弹着一把民谣吉它，在那个不大的舞台上，用已经放了不知多长时间的麦克风，唱着一首久远的歌。
吉它声的温暖，他的声音的温柔，安静地融合在一起。
知道吗？你唱歌时的样子对我而言有多大的诱惑。
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