Song | I've Got To Sing My Song |
Artist | Oleta Adams |
Album | The Very Best Of Oleta Adams |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Oleta Adams | |
作词 : Adams | |
I know it's late | |
I couldn't wait to call you on the phone | |
'tis been a while since I've been home | |
All of this was my own choice | |
'Coz the man upstairs has given me this voice | |
No matter how long it takes | |
No matter how hard the breaks | |
I've gotta use it! | |
Or lose it! | |
I just can't stand to refuse | |
Chance to do what I gotta do | |
I gotta sing my song | |
Sing the hatred into love | |
Sing a praise to heaven and above | |
Sing the tears into a smile yeah | |
Sing into a feeling | |
This is all worthwhile | |
Sing it high, sing it low | |
Sing from deep within my soul | |
Sing it loud and make it clear | |
Sing so everyone can hear | |
Could it be Lord, chosen me because | |
I’d be nothing | |
If I couldn't sing | |
My song | |
By the way may I say thank you | |
For the love you've shown | |
All of these years since I've been born | |
Papa thought I was college-bound | |
And you expected me to settle down | |
I'm not ignoring what you had in mind | |
Neither do I wanna sound unkind | |
Before I give up! | |
I gotta live up! | |
To a challenge to do my thing | |
I gotta cut loose the April strings | |
Oh I've gotta sing my song | |
(All I wanna do is) | |
Sing the hatred into love | |
Sing a praise, to the heaven and above | |
Sing the tears into a smile ye-aaaah | |
Sing into a feeling | |
This is all worthwhile | |
Sing it high, sing it low | |
Sing from deep within my soul | |
Sing it loud, and make it clear | |
Sing so every one can hear | |
Could it be Lord, chosen me because | |
I'd be nothing | |
If I couldn't sing | |
My song |
zuo qu : Oleta Adams | |
zuo ci : Adams | |
I know it' s late | |
I couldn' t wait to call you on the phone | |
' tis been a while since I' ve been home | |
All of this was my own choice | |
' Coz the man upstairs has given me this voice | |
No matter how long it takes | |
No matter how hard the breaks | |
I' ve gotta use it! | |
Or lose it! | |
I just can' t stand to refuse | |
Chance to do what I gotta do | |
I gotta sing my song | |
Sing the hatred into love | |
Sing a praise to heaven and above | |
Sing the tears into a smile yeah | |
Sing into a feeling | |
This is all worthwhile | |
Sing it high, sing it low | |
Sing from deep within my soul | |
Sing it loud and make it clear | |
Sing so everyone can hear | |
Could it be Lord, chosen me because | |
I' d be nothing | |
If I couldn' t sing | |
My song | |
By the way may I say thank you | |
For the love you' ve shown | |
All of these years since I' ve been born | |
Papa thought I was collegebound | |
And you expected me to settle down | |
I' m not ignoring what you had in mind | |
Neither do I wanna sound unkind | |
Before I give up! | |
I gotta live up! | |
To a challenge to do my thing | |
I gotta cut loose the April strings | |
Oh I' ve gotta sing my song | |
All I wanna do is | |
Sing the hatred into love | |
Sing a praise, to the heaven and above | |
Sing the tears into a smile yeaaaah | |
Sing into a feeling | |
This is all worthwhile | |
Sing it high, sing it low | |
Sing from deep within my soul | |
Sing it loud, and make it clear | |
Sing so every one can hear | |
Could it be Lord, chosen me because | |
I' d be nothing | |
If I couldn' t sing | |
My song |
zuò qǔ : Oleta Adams | |
zuò cí : Adams | |
I know it' s late | |
I couldn' t wait to call you on the phone | |
' tis been a while since I' ve been home | |
All of this was my own choice | |
' Coz the man upstairs has given me this voice | |
No matter how long it takes | |
No matter how hard the breaks | |
I' ve gotta use it! | |
Or lose it! | |
I just can' t stand to refuse | |
Chance to do what I gotta do | |
I gotta sing my song | |
Sing the hatred into love | |
Sing a praise to heaven and above | |
Sing the tears into a smile yeah | |
Sing into a feeling | |
This is all worthwhile | |
Sing it high, sing it low | |
Sing from deep within my soul | |
Sing it loud and make it clear | |
Sing so everyone can hear | |
Could it be Lord, chosen me because | |
I' d be nothing | |
If I couldn' t sing | |
My song | |
By the way may I say thank you | |
For the love you' ve shown | |
All of these years since I' ve been born | |
Papa thought I was collegebound | |
And you expected me to settle down | |
I' m not ignoring what you had in mind | |
Neither do I wanna sound unkind | |
Before I give up! | |
I gotta live up! | |
To a challenge to do my thing | |
I gotta cut loose the April strings | |
Oh I' ve gotta sing my song | |
All I wanna do is | |
Sing the hatred into love | |
Sing a praise, to the heaven and above | |
Sing the tears into a smile yeaaaah | |
Sing into a feeling | |
This is all worthwhile | |
Sing it high, sing it low | |
Sing from deep within my soul | |
Sing it loud, and make it clear | |
Sing so every one can hear | |
Could it be Lord, chosen me because | |
I' d be nothing | |
If I couldn' t sing | |
My song |