| Song | I've Got To Sing My Song |
| Artist | Oleta Adams |
| Album | The Very Best Of Oleta Adams |
| 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 |
| 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 |