西安纺织城公园:sing for the mement中文版歌词

EMINEM-SING FOR THE MOMENT
　　Sing For The Moment
　　These ideas are nightmares for white parents
　　Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
　　Like whatever they say has no bearing
　　It's so scary in a house that allows no swearing
　　To see him walkin' around wit his headphones blaring
　　Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care
　　He's a problem child, what bothers him all comes out
　　When he talks about his fuckin' dad walkin' out
　　'Cuz he hates him so bad that he blocks him out
　　But if he ever saw him again, he'd prolly knock him out
　　His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back
　　Talkin' black, brainwashed from rock and rap
　　He sags his pants, dew-rags and a stockin' cap
　　His stepfather hit him so he socked him back
　　And broke his nose, this house is a broken home
　　There's no control, he just lets his emotions go-
　　Chorus
　　C`mon! Sing with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing It!)
　　Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (C`mon!)
　　Sing it with me, just for today
　　Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away
　　Entertainment is changin', intertwinin' with gangstas
　　In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum
　　Only ya unholy, only have one homey
　　Only this gun, lonely, 'cuz don't anyone know me
　　But everybody just feels like they can relate
　　I guess words are a motherfucka, they can be great
　　Or they can degrade, or even worse, they can teach hate
　　It's like kids hang on every single statement we make
　　Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
　　Now how the fuck did this metamorphosis happen?
　　From standin' on corners and porches just rappin'
　　To havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass
　　But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you
　　Fans turn on you, attorneys all wanna turn at you
　　To get their hands on every dime you have
　　They want you to lose your mind every time you mad
　　So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon
　　Any dispute, don't hesitate to produce handguns
　　Thats why these prosecutors wanna convict me
　　Strictly just to get me offa these streets quickly
　　But all their kids been listen'n to me religiously
　　So I'm signin' CDs while police fingerprint me
　　They're for the judge's daughter, but his grudge is against me
　　If I'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesn't make sense B
　　It's all political, if my music is literal and I'm a criminal,
　　How the FUCK can I raise a little girl?
　　I couldn't, I wouldn't be fit to
　　You're full of shit too, Guerrera, THAT WAS A FIST THAT HIT YOU!
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　　They say music can alter moods and talk to you
　　But can it load a gun for you and cock it too?
　　Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude
　　Just tell the judge it was my fault, and I'll get sued
　　See what these kids do, is hear about us totin' pistols
　　And they wanna get one, 'cuz they think the shit's cool
　　Not knowin' we're really just protectin' ourselves
　　We entertainas, of course this shit's affectin' our sales
　　You ignoramus, but music is reflection of self
　　We just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail
　　It's fucked up ain't it, how we can come from practically nothin'
　　To bein' able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted
　　That's why we sing for these kids that don't have a thing
　　Except for a dream and a fuckin' rap magazine
　　Who post pin-up pictures on their walls all day long
　　Idolize their favorite rappers and know all they songs
　　Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives
　　So they sit and they cry at night, wishin they die
　　Till they throw on a rap record, and they sit and they vibe
　　We're nothin' to you, but we the fuckin' shit in they eyes
　　That's why we sieze the moment, try to freeze it and own it
　　Squeeze it and hold it, 'cuz we consider these minutes golden
　　And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone
　　Just let our spirits live on, through our lyrics that you hear in our songs
　　And we can-
　　Chorus