如果你错过我坐的火车，
你会知道我已离开，
你可以听见汽笛在响，
一百里以外，
一百里，一百里，
一百里，一百里
你可以听见汽笛在响，
一百里以外。
天啊，一百里，二百里，
天啊，三百里，四百里，
天啊，我已离家
五百里。
离开了家，离开了家，
离开了家，离开了家
天啊，我已离家
五百里。
无衬衫穿在身，
身上也无分文，
天啊，我不能这个样回家园。
这个样，这个样，
这个样，这个样，
天啊，我不能这个样回家园。
如果你错过我坐的火车，
我会知道我已离开，
你可以听见汽笛在响，
一百里以外。
【语言点解析】
1．If you miss the train I‘m on，you will know that I am gone.
=If you fail to catch the train that I take，you will know that I have left.
miss：fail to catch a train （bus，ship，etc.）；fail to see a film （play，performance，etc.）
例如：She always misses the bus.她总是错过公共汽车。
to be gone：have（has，had）left.
例如：All her friends are gone.她的朋友们都走了。
His happy days are gone.他幸福的日子过完了。
2．You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles.
=You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles.
Hundred miles away.
实际上，一百英里以外的火车笛声是听不见的，只有用“心”而不用“耳”才能听到。
3．Lord：天呀，主啊。
4．I’m five hundred miles away from home.
“离……有……远”一般不可删去away.
例如：My hometown is five hundred kilometers away from Beijing.我的家乡离北京有500公里远。
5．Not a shirt on my back.
=I have not a shirt on my back.
have not a shirt on my back：穷得衣不遮体。
get sb‘s shift off（out）：惹怒某人。
keep one’s shirt on：（美俚）耐着性子；保持镇静。
6．Not a penny to my name：
=I have not a penny to my name.一文不名。
注意介词要用to。
例如：He has not a penny to his name.He lives on help from friends.他现在一文不名，靠朋友接济而生活．
【注释与赏析】
这首歌由四兄弟合唱团演唱。
《五百里路》频繁使用数词和重复手段，表达了人生路途之艰辛。主人公乘火车走了。“如果你没赶上我这列火车，你会知道我已走，百里之外，你可听见车笛在响。”在第一段重复了五遍“一百里路”，表达了他恋恋不舍，有此彷徨甚至凄凉之感。为什么要走？要去往何方？火车不停地走，一百里、二百里、三百里、四百里、五百里。此刻，主人公离家已有五百里。在这第二段中，away from home共出现六次，即重复五次，表达了主人公对家的眷恋。第二段歌词说他身无分文，这个样子，这么遥远，不能回家。this away或this a way共出现六次，充分表明他的无可奈何，穷困在异地，不能返回家乡。
这五百里路，是人生艰辛路。古今中外，离家挣钱或喜或悲，但结果不同，有的富足而归，衣锦还乡：有的穷困潦倒，处境尴尬，我们猜这首歌所唱的情况与后者相似。
离家五百里路，伴有人生酸楚；在家千日好，出门一时难。
Killing MeSoftly with His Song
Strumming my pain with his fingers，
Singing my life with his words，
Killing me softly with his song，
Killing me softly with his song，
Telling my whole life with his words，
Killing me softly with his song.
I heard he sang a good song，
I heard he had a style，
And so I come to see him，
To listen for a while.
And there he was，this young boy，
A stranger to my eyes.
Strumming my pain with his fingers，
Singing my life with his words，
Killing me softly with his song，
Killing me softly with his song，
Telling my whole life with his words，
Killing me softly with his song.
I felt I flushed with fever，
Embarrassed by the crowd.
I felt he found my letters，
And read each one out loud.
I loved that he would finish.
But he just kept right on.
Strumming my pain with his fingers，
Singing my life with his words，
Killing me softly with his song，
Killing me softly with his song，
Telling my whole life with his words，
Killing me softly with his song.
He sang as if he knew me，
In all my dark despair.
And then he looked right through me，
As if I wasn‘t there.
And he just kept on singing，
Singing clear and strong.
Strumming my pain with his fingers，
Singing my life with his words，
Killing me softly with his song，
Killing me softly with his song，
Telling my whole life with his words.
Killing me softly with his song.
He was strumming my pain，
He’s singing my life，
La，La，La...
Killing me softly with his song.
Strumming my pain with his fingers，
Singing my life with his words，
Killing me softly with his song，
Killing me softly with his song，
Telling my whole life with his words，
Killing me softly with his song.
