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<b><span style='font-size:14pt;line-height:100%'><span style='color:red'>AeroSmith--Dream on</span></span></b><br><!-- music_n_start --><param name="BACKGROUNDCOLOR" <br /><embed src="http://rock.legend-net.com/lzmuci/yaogun/nianhe/AEROSM~1/1.RM" align="baseline" border="0" width="275" height="40" type="audio/x-pn-realaudio-plugin" console="MusicCliphttp://rock.legend-net.com/lzmuci/yaogun/nianhe/AEROSM~1/1.RM" controls="ControlPanel" autostart="false"><br><a href="http://rock.legend-net.com/lzmuci/yaogun/nianhe/AEROSM~1/1.RM" target="_blank">--- 右击鼠标,然后保存 ---</a><!-- music_n_end --><br><br><span style='color:blue'>Everytime that I look in the mirror<br>All these lines on my face gettin' clearer<br>The past is gone<br>It went by like dusk to dawn<br>Isn't that the way<br>Everybody's got their dues in life to pay<br><br>I know what nobody knows<br>Where it comes and where it goes<br>I know it's everybody's sin<br>You got to lose to know how to win<br><br>Half my life is in books' written pages<br>Live and learn from fools and from sages<br>You know it's true<br>All the things you do, come back to you<br><br>Sing with me, sing for the year<br>Sing for the laughter sing for the tear<br>Sing with me, if it's just for today<br>Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away<br><br>Dream On, Dream On, Dream On,<br>Dream until your dream come true</span><br><br><br>由此副歌改编的<br><br><b><span style='font-size:14pt;line-height:100%'><span style='color:red'>EMINEM--sing for the moment</span></span></b> <br><br><!-- music_n_start --><param name="BACKGROUNDCOLOR" <br /><embed src="http://www.sapark.com/Music/Eminem/12_SingForTheMoment.mp3" align="baseline" border="0" width="275" height="40" type="audio/x-pn-realaudio-plugin" console="MusicCliphttp://www.sapark.com/Music/Eminem/12_SingForTheMoment.mp3" controls="ControlPanel" autostart="false"><br><a href="http://www.sapark.com/Music/Eminem/12_SingForTheMoment.mp3" target="_blank">--- 右击鼠标,然后保存 ---</a><!-- music_n_end --><br><br>[Verse 1]<br>These ideas are nightmares to white parents<br>Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings<br>Like whatever they say has no bearing, it's so scary in a house that allows<br>no swearing<br>To see him walking around with his headphones blaring<br>Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care<br>He's a problem child<br>And what bothers him all comes out, when he talks about<br>His fuckin' dad walkin' out<br>Cause he just hates him so bad that he blocks him out<br>If he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out<br>His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back<br>Talkin' black, brainwashed from rock and rap<br>He sags his pants, do-rags and a stocking cap<br>His step-father hit him, so he socked him back, and broke his nose<br>His house is a broken home, there's no control, he just let's his emotions<br>go...<br><br>[Chorus]<br>{C'mon}, sing with me, {sing}, sing for the years<br>{Sing it}, sing for the laughter, sing for the tears, {c'mon)<br>Sing it with me, just for today, maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you<br>away...<br><br>[Verse 2]<br>Entertainment is changin', intertwinin' with gangsta's<br>In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum<br>Holy or unholy, only have one homie<br>Only this gun, lonely cause don't anyone know me<br>Yet everybody just feels like they can relate, I guess words are a<br>mothafucka they can be great<br>Or they can degrade, or even worse they can teach hate<br>It's like these kids hang on every single statement we make<br>Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum<br>Now how the fuck did this metamorphosis happen<br>From standin' on corners and porches just rappin'<br>To havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass<br>But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you<br>Fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you<br>To get they hands on every dime you have, they want you to lose your mind<br>every time you mad<br>So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon<br>Any dispute won't hesitate to produce handguns<br>That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me, strictly just to get me off<br>of these streets quickly<br>But all they kids be listenin' to me religiously, so i'm signin' cd's while<br>police fingerprint me<br>They're for the judge's daughter but his grudge is against me<br>If i'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesn't make sense Pete<br>It's all political, if my music is literal, and i'm a criminal how the fuck<br>can I raise a little girl<br>I couldn't, I wouldn't be fit to, you're full of shit too, Guerrera, that<br>was a fist that hit you...<br><br>[CHORUS]<br><br>[Verse 3]<br>They say music can alter moods and talk to you<br>Well can it load a gun up for you , and cock it too<br>Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude<br>Just tell the judge it was my fault and i'll get sued<br>See what these kids do is hear about us totin' pistols<br>And they want to get one cause they think the shit's cool<br>Not knowin' we really just protectin' ourselves, we entertainers<br>Of course the shit's affectin' our sales, you ignoramus<br>But music is reflection of self, we just explain it, and then we get our<br>checks in the mail<br>It's fucked up ain't it<br>How we can come from practically nothing to being able to have any fuckin'<br>thing that we wanted<br>That's why we sing for these kids, who don't have a thing<br>Except for a dream, and a fuckin' rap magazine<br>Who post pin-up pictures on their walls all day long<br>Idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs<br>Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in their lives<br>Till they sit and they cry at night wishin' they'd die<br>Till they throw on a rap record and they sit, and they vibe<br>We're nothin' to you but we're the fuckin' shit in they eyes<br>That's why we seize the moment try to freeze it and own it, squeeze it and<br>hold it<br>Cause we consider these minutes golden<br>And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone<br>Just let our spirits live on, through our lyrics that you hear in our<br>songs and we can... |
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