中国外贸轮式装甲车:阿姆Eminem的<sing for the moment>的歌词

These ideas are, nightmares to white parents
　　这个主意是..从恶魔到白人父母
　　whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
　　谁最害怕就是个染了头发戴着耳环的小孩子..
　　Like whatever they say has no bearing
　　无论他们说什么都没有关系
　　It's so scary in a house that allows, no swearing
　　这太会引起惊慌了如果房子允许的话,我发誓
　　to see him walkin around with his headphones blaring
　　看到他对着耳机吼叫一边走了一圈
　　Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care
　　在他自己的地区里,这里很冷,但是他不介意
　　He's a problem child, and what bothers him all comes out
　　他是一个有问题的孩子.他的兄弟们都出去了
　　when he talks about, his ****in dad walkin out
　　当他说到这些时.他*的他的爸爸走了
　　Cause he just hates him so bad that he, blocks him out
　　因为他很讨厌这个很坏的他,他让他出去了
　　If he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out
　　如果他再也不见到他.他也许会击倒他
　　His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin back
　　他感到疲惫,他感到疯狂,所以他要回去
　　Talkin black, brainwashed from rock and rap
　　说一些难听的话,用ROCK和RAP洗脑
　　He sags his pants; doo rags and a stockin cap
　　他穿着松弛的裤子.抹布一样的帽子
　　His step-father hit him so he, socked him back
　　他的岳父打了他.所以他.狠狠的还击了他
　　and broke his nose, his house is a broken home
　　他的鼻子破了.他的家是一个被摧毁的家
　　There's no control, he just let's his emotions go
　　没有控制了.他只想让他的这些情绪走开

　　Chorus
　　C'mon! Sing with me (Sing!)
　　快.和我一起唱
　　Sing for the year (Sing it)
　　为了这一年而唱
　　Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (C'mon!)
　　为笑声而唱.为泪水而唱.
　　Sing it with me, Just for today
　　和我一起唱.只为了今天
　　Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away...
　　也许明天.好的上帝会带你走

　　Entertainment is changin, intertwinin with gangsters
　　娱乐表演在变.和歹徒做访谈
　　In the land of the killers a sinner's mind is a sanctum
　　在罪人的心里这是一个杀手的圣地
　　Holy or unnholy, only have one homie
　　圣洁或者不圣洁.都是在一起的
　　Only this gun - lonely cause don't anyone know me
　　只有这把孤单的枪.因为没有人懂我.
　　Yet everybody just feels like they can relate
　　每个人都觉得他们能够讲述
　　I guess words are a mother****er, they can be great
　　我猜词语都是Mother****er,他们可以变的伟大
　　or they can degrate; or even worse, they can teach hate
　　或者他们可以倒塌.甚至更坏.他们可以让你痛恨
　　It's like these kids hang on every single statement we make
　　就象孩子们拿起他们自己的陈述
　　like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
　　我们让他们崇拜我们.加上所有的店都在为我们运载白金
　　Now how the **** did this metamorphosis happen?
　　这个世界是怎么开始变形的?
　　From standin on corners and porches just rappin
　　站在角落和门廊只是在RAPPING
　　to havin a fortune, no more kissin ass
　　有一个运气.不在象KISS屁股那样烂
　　But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you
　　但这些城市仿佛如你的绞刑架.新闻记者想让你受伤
　　Fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you
　　歌迷们转向你.律师也转向你
　　to get they hands on every dime you have
　　在一角硬币处举起他们的手.你已经这么做了
　　They want you to lose your mind every time you mad

　　他们想让你失去理智.当你疯狂的时候
　　So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon
　　所以他们可以让你看起来象个失去方向的炸弹
　　Any dispute won't hesitate to produce handguns
　　但任何言论都不会让你犹豫去保护自己的手枪
　　That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me
　　这就是为什么检举人想要证明我有罪
　　Strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly
　　严格的说只是想让我在这条街里迅速的失败吧
　　But all they kids be listenin to me religiously
　　但是他们的孩子虔诚的听着我的歌
　　So I'm signin CD's while police fingerprint me
　　所以当警察在采集我的指纹时我仍然在签CD
　　They're for the judge's daughter but his grudge is against me
　　这是为了法官的女儿.但他仍然要审判我.跟我做对.
　　If I'm such a ****in menace this shit doesn't make sense B!
　　如果我有这么危险的话这个SHIT就不会有这种B的感觉!(不理解这句话...)
　　It's all political, if my music is literal
　　这些都是政治上的.我的音乐是文字上的
　　and I'm a criminal how the FUCK can I raise a little girl?
　　我是一个罪犯.否则我怎么会那样对一个小女孩呢
　　I couldn't; I wouldn't be fit to
　　我不会.我不适合这样
　　You're full of shit too Guerrera - that was a FIST that hit you!
　　你也充满着SHIT...Guerrera ...这是给你的一拳.
　　[Chorus]
　　CHORUS部分看前面吧...

　　They say music can alter moods and talk to you
　　他们说音乐可以改变你的情绪.甚至和你说话
　　Well can it load a gun up for you and cock it too?
　　好!它也能变成一把枪给你并且拿起来吗?
　　Well if it can, and the next time you assault a dude
　　好!如果它可以,下一次你就会被袭击了
　　Just tell the judge it was my fault, and I'll get sued
　　告诉法官这是我的错.我还会提出诉讼
　　See what these kids do is hear about us totin pistols
　　看这些小孩子在听我们谈论手枪
　　and they want to get one cause, they think the shit's cool
　　他们也想要一把,因为他们觉得这个SHIT和COOL
　　Not knowin we really just protectin ourselves
　　他们不知道我们只是要保护自己
　　We entertainers, of course the shit's affectin our sales
　　我们这些表演者.当然只是在做推销
　　You ignoramus, but music is reflection of self
　　你这个无知的人.音乐只是一种个人的反映
　　We just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail
　　我们仅仅解释它.然后在油箱内核对
　　It's ****ed up ain't it? How we can come from practically nothin to bein able to have any ****in thing that we wanted
　　他们都倒下了是吗?事实上他们怎样从什么都没有变成这些我们想要的呢?
　　That's why we, sing for these kids who don't have a thing except for a dream and a ****in rap magazine
　　这就是为什么我,为这些一无所有除了有一个梦或者RAP杂志的孩子唱
　　Who post pin-up pictures on they walls all day long
　　是谁整天张贴了PIN UP的图片在他们的墙上
　　Idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs
　　他们最偶像的RAPPER.他们知道他所有的歌
　　Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives
　　或者为了一些在他们生命中的SHIT?
　　'Til they sit and they cry at night wishin they'd die
　　直到他们坐下在夜晚哭泣,希望他们死去
　　'Til they throw on a rap record and they sit and they vibe
　　直到他们录制了RAP.当他们坐下冷静下来.
　　We're nothin to you - but we're the ****in shit in they eyes
　　我们对你来说什么都不是.但我们是他们眼里的FUCKING SHIT
　　That's why we, seize the moment try to freeze it and own it
　　这就是为什么我.抓住这一刻去冻结它.去拥有它.
　　Squeeze it and hold it, cause we consider these minutes golden
　　积压它并抓住它.因为我们认为这些时间很宝贵.
　　And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone, just let our spiritslive on
　　也许他们会承认这些当我们已经离开,
　　through our lyrics that you hear in our songs and we can...
　　穿过我的歌词你听到了我们的歌.你也可以...
　　[Chorus]

　　[Chorus: Eminem]

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