新加坡国立大学考研:谁知道sing for the moment的歌词

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　　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
　　'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-
　　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!
　　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
　　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-
　　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
　　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
　　Sing For The Moment

　　Chorus

　　Chorus

　　Chorus

曲名：Sing For the Moment 歌手：Eminem 专辑：The Eminem Show

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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
'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-
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!
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
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-
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
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

Eminem

Sing For The Moment

[Verse #1]
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
Its so scary in a house that allows no swearing
To see him walking around with his headphones blaring
Alone in his own zone, cold and he dont care
He's a problem child, what bothers him all comes out
When he talks about his fuckin' dad walkin out
Cos 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, 2 rags and a stocking cap
His step-father 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
Come on...

[Chorus:]
Sing with me, sing for the year
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear
Sing with me,just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away

[Verse #2]
Entertainment is danger, intertwine it with gansters
In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum
Only you're 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 motherfucker, they can be great
Or they can be great, or even worse, they can teach hate
Its 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 metamorphasis 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, attorney's all gonna turn it to
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 canon
You need to spew, dont hesitate to produce air-guns
Thats why these prosecutors wanna convict me
Swiftly just to get me offa these streets quickly
But all their kids been listen'n to me religiously
So i'm signing cds while police fingerprint me
They're for the judges daughter, but his grudge is against me
If i'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesnt make sense, Pete
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!

[Chorus]

[Verse #3]
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 toting pistols
And they want to get one, cos they think the shit's cool
Not knowin' we're really just protectin' ourselves
We're entertainers, of course this shit's affecting our sales
You ignoramus. but music is reflection of self
We just explain it, and then we get our cheques 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
It's why we sing for these kids that don't have a thing
Except for a dream and a fucking rap magazine
Who post pinup pictures on their walls all day long
Idolise their favourite 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, wishing they die
Till they throw on a rap record, and they sit and they vibe
We're nothing to you, but we're the fuckin' shit in their eyes
That's why we sieze the moment, and try to freeze it and own it
Squeeze it and hold it, 'cos we consider these minutes golden
And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone
Just let our spirits live on, through out lyrics that you hear in our songs
And we can

[Chorus]

[Chorus Without Beat]

[Instrumental]

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Verse #1

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

Its so scary in a house that allows no swearing

To see him walking around with his headphones blaring

Alone in his own zone, cold and he dont care

He´s a problem child, what bothers him all comes out

When he talks about his fuckin´ dad walkin out

Cos 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, 2 rags and a stocking cap

His step-father 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

Come on...

Chorus:

Sing with me, sing for the year

Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear

Sing with me,just for today

Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away

Verse #2

Entertainment is danger, intertwine it with gansters

In the land of the killers, a sinner´s mind is a sanctum

Only you´re 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 motherfucker, they can be great

Or they can be great, or even worse, they can teach hate

Its 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 metamorphasis 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, attorney´s all gonna turn it to

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 canon

You need to spew, dont hesitate to produce air-guns

Thats why these prosecutors wanna convict me

Swiftly just to get me offa these streets quickly

But all their kids been listen´n to me religiously

So i´m signing cds while police fingerprint me

They´re for the judges daughter, but his grudge is against me

If i´m such a fuckin´ menace, this shit doesnt make sense, Pete

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!

Chorus

Verse #3

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 toting pistols

And they want to get one, cos they think the shit´s cool

Not knowin´ we´re really just protectin´ ourselves

We´re entertainers, of course this shit´s affecting our sales

You ignoramus. but music is reflection of self

We just explain it, and then we get our cheques 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

It´s why we sing for these kids that don´t have a thing

Except for a dream and a fucking rap magazine

Who post pinup pictures on their walls all day long

Idolise their favourite 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, wishing they die

Till they throw on a rap record, and they sit and they vibe

We´re nothing to you, but we´re the fuckin´ shit in their eyes

That´s why we sieze the moment, and try to freeze it and own it

Squeeze it and hold it, ´cos we consider these minutes golden

And maybe they´ll admit it when we´re gone

Just let our spirits live on, through out lyrics that you hear in our songs

And we can

Chorus

Chorus Without Beat

Instrumental

Eminem

Sing For The Moment

[Verse #1]
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
Its so scary in a house that allows no swearing
To see him walking around with his headphones blaring
Alone in his own zone, cold and he dont care
He's a problem child, what bothers him all comes out
When he talks about his fuckin' dad walkin out
Cos 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, 2 rags and a stocking cap
His step-father 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
Come on...

[Chorus:]
Sing with me, sing for the year
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear
Sing with me,just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away

[Verse #2]
Entertainment is danger, intertwine it with gansters
In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum
Only you're 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 motherfucker, they can be great
Or they can be great, or even worse, they can teach hate
Its 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 metamorphasis 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, attorney's all gonna turn it to
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 canon
You need to spew, dont hesitate to produce air-guns
Thats why these prosecutors wanna convict me
Swiftly just to get me offa these streets quickly
But all their kids been listen'n to me religiously
So i'm signing cds while police fingerprint me
They're for the judges daughter, but his grudge is against me
If i'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesnt make sense, Pete
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!

[Chorus]

[Verse #3]
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 toting pistols
And they want to get one, cos they think the shit's cool
Not knowin' we're really just protectin' ourselves
We're entertainers, of course this shit's affecting our sales
You ignoramus. but music is reflection of self
We just explain it, and then we get our cheques 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
It's why we sing for these kids that don't have a thing
Except for a dream and a fucking rap magazine
Who post pinup pictures on their walls all day long
Idolise their favourite 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, wishing they die
Till they throw on a rap record, and they sit and they vibe
We're nothing to you, but we're the fuckin' shit in their eyes
That's why we sieze the moment, and try to freeze it and own it
Squeeze it and hold it, 'cos we consider these minutes golden
And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone
Just let our spirits live on, through out lyrics that you hear in our songs
And we can

[Chorus]

[Chorus Without Beat]

[Instrumental]

eminem - sing for the moment
专辑:The Eminem Show
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!

Chorus

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