Song | To Be Heard |
Artist | Alchemista |
Album | We All Go Someday |
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作词 : Caroline White | |
作曲 : Caroline White | |
[Verse One] | |
…..One more day in the English quarter, | |
…..And which way for all our daughters? | |
…..There’s too much rain and too much water, | |
You’ll see her if you dare. | |
Destinations, dreams to cling to, | |
Aspirations, schemes to bring to, | |
But no one shared the key to win through, | |
Or saw her gift and flair, | |
….And so she worked her hardest……… to prove her fervour, | |
….And claim a stake in what this life can procure, | |
….But never seen as good enough, | |
Her path stepped away from the action, | |
She was only ‘doing girl’. | |
[Chorus] | |
And all her life she’s been waiting to be heard, to be heard, | |
A lonely voice complaining to this world, to this world, | |
…..Give her a taste of what she’s hoping for, | |
For her dreams are not dreams if they’re left on the sho……ore | |
[Verse Two] | |
Everyone has a tale to render, | |
Never judge by your own agenda, | |
The girl with just her love to tender, | |
To escape her desperate home. | |
And so began, | |
Her best career plan, to have a child and a stake in what this life can impart, | |
But seen as wild and worthless, | |
She hides behind the curtains, | |
Where’s aspiration when she’s fighting in the dark? | |
<Chorus> | |
[Verse Three] | |
…..The weary wife alone by the fender, | |
…. With only her life to tender, | |
….. Home maker and mender, | |
….For the sake of all but her. | |
…..Never listened to, forgotten, | |
She prays for the children, | |
Who’ve flown but her loving heart denies, | |
….She needs to shout so they can see her, | |
And light a fire to free her, | |
From the anguish of society’s despise. | |
<Chorus> | |
One more day in the English quarter, | |
And which way for all our daughters? | |
There’s too much rain and too much water, | |
You’ll see them if you dare……..[Verse One] | |
…..One more day in the English quarter, | |
…..And which way for all our daughters? | |
…..There’s too much rain and too much water, | |
You’ll see her if you dare. | |
Destinations, dreams to cling to, | |
Aspirations, schemes to bring to, | |
But no one shared the key to win through, | |
Or saw her gift and flair, | |
….And so she worked her hardest……… to prove her fervour, | |
….And claim a stake in what this life can procure, | |
….But never seen as good enough, | |
Her path stepped away from the action, | |
She was only ‘doing girl’. | |
[Chorus] | |
And all her life she’s been waiting to be heard, to be heard, | |
A lonely voice complaining to this world, to this world, | |
…..Give her a taste of what she’s hoping for, | |
For her dreams are not dreams if they’re left on the sho……ore | |
[Verse Two] | |
Everyone has a tale to render, | |
Never judge by your own agenda, | |
The girl with just her love to tender, | |
To escape her desperate home. | |
And so began, | |
Her best career plan, to have a child and a stake in what this life can impart, | |
But seen as wild and worthless, | |
She hides behind the curtains, | |
Where’s aspiration when she’s fighting in the dark? | |
<Chorus> | |
[Verse Three] | |
…..The weary wife alone by the fender, | |
…. With only her life to tender, | |
….. Home maker and mender, | |
….For the sake of all but her. | |
…..Never listened to, forgotten, | |
She prays for the children, | |
Who’ve flown but her loving heart denies, | |
….She needs to shout so they can see her, | |
And light a fire to free her, | |
From the anguish of society’s despise. | |
<Chorus> | |
One more day in the English quarter, | |
And which way for all our daughters? | |
There’s too much rain and too much water, | |
You’ll see them if you dare…….. |
zuo ci : Caroline White | |
zuo qu : Caroline White | |
Verse One | |
.. One more day in the English quarter, | |
.. And which way for all our daughters? | |
.. There' s too much rain and too much water, | |
You' ll see her if you dare. | |
Destinations, dreams to cling to, | |
Aspirations, schemes to bring to, | |
But no one shared the key to win through, | |
Or saw her gift and flair, | |
. And so she worked her hardest to prove her fervour, | |
. And claim a stake in what this life can procure, | |
. But never seen as good enough, | |
Her path stepped away from the action, | |
She was only ' doing girl'. | |
Chorus | |
And all her life she' s been waiting to be heard, to be heard, | |
A lonely voice complaining to this world, to this world, | |
.. Give her a taste of what she' s hoping for, | |
For her dreams are not dreams if they' re left on the sho ore | |
Verse Two | |
Everyone has a tale to render, | |
Never judge by your own agenda, | |
The girl with just her love to tender, | |
To escape her desperate home. | |
And so began, | |
Her best career plan, to have a child and a stake in what this life can impart, | |
But seen as wild and worthless, | |
She hides behind the curtains, | |
Where' s aspiration when she' s fighting in the dark? | |
Chorus | |
Verse Three | |
.. The weary wife alone by the fender, | |
. With only her life to tender, | |
.. Home maker and mender, | |
. For the sake of all but her. | |
.. Never listened to, forgotten, | |
She prays for the children, | |
Who' ve flown but her loving heart denies, | |
. She needs to shout so they can see her, | |
And light a fire to free her, | |
From the anguish of society' s despise. | |
Chorus | |
One more day in the English quarter, | |
And which way for all our daughters? | |
There' s too much rain and too much water, | |
You' ll see them if you dare.. Verse One | |
.. One more day in the English quarter, | |
.. And which way for all our daughters? | |
.. There' s too much rain and too much water, | |
You' ll see her if you dare. | |
Destinations, dreams to cling to, | |
Aspirations, schemes to bring to, | |
But no one shared the key to win through, | |
Or saw her gift and flair, | |
. And so she worked her hardest to prove her fervour, | |
. And claim a stake in what this life can procure, | |
. But never seen as good enough, | |
Her path stepped away from the action, | |
She was only ' doing girl'. | |
Chorus | |
And all her life she' s been waiting to be heard, to be heard, | |
A lonely voice complaining to this world, to this world, | |
.. Give her a taste of what she' s hoping for, | |
For her dreams are not dreams if they' re left on the sho ore | |
Verse Two | |
Everyone has a tale to render, | |
Never judge by your own agenda, | |
The girl with just her love to tender, | |
To escape her desperate home. | |
And so began, | |
Her best career plan, to have a child and a stake in what this life can impart, | |
But seen as wild and worthless, | |
She hides behind the curtains, | |
Where' s aspiration when she' s fighting in the dark? | |
Chorus | |
Verse Three | |
.. The weary wife alone by the fender, | |
. With only her life to tender, | |
.. Home maker and mender, | |
. For the sake of all but her. | |
.. Never listened to, forgotten, | |
She prays for the children, | |
Who' ve flown but her loving heart denies, | |
. She needs to shout so they can see her, | |
And light a fire to free her, | |
From the anguish of society' s despise. | |
Chorus | |
One more day in the English quarter, | |
And which way for all our daughters? | |
There' s too much rain and too much water, | |
You' ll see them if you dare.. |
zuò cí : Caroline White | |
zuò qǔ : Caroline White | |
Verse One | |
.. One more day in the English quarter, | |
.. And which way for all our daughters? | |
.. There' s too much rain and too much water, | |
You' ll see her if you dare. | |
Destinations, dreams to cling to, | |
Aspirations, schemes to bring to, | |
But no one shared the key to win through, | |
Or saw her gift and flair, | |
. And so she worked her hardest to prove her fervour, | |
. And claim a stake in what this life can procure, | |
. But never seen as good enough, | |
Her path stepped away from the action, | |
She was only ' doing girl'. | |
Chorus | |
And all her life she' s been waiting to be heard, to be heard, | |
A lonely voice complaining to this world, to this world, | |
.. Give her a taste of what she' s hoping for, | |
For her dreams are not dreams if they' re left on the sho ore | |
Verse Two | |
Everyone has a tale to render, | |
Never judge by your own agenda, | |
The girl with just her love to tender, | |
To escape her desperate home. | |
And so began, | |
Her best career plan, to have a child and a stake in what this life can impart, | |
But seen as wild and worthless, | |
She hides behind the curtains, | |
Where' s aspiration when she' s fighting in the dark? | |
Chorus | |
Verse Three | |
.. The weary wife alone by the fender, | |
. With only her life to tender, | |
.. Home maker and mender, | |
. For the sake of all but her. | |
.. Never listened to, forgotten, | |
She prays for the children, | |
Who' ve flown but her loving heart denies, | |
. She needs to shout so they can see her, | |
And light a fire to free her, | |
From the anguish of society' s despise. | |
Chorus | |
One more day in the English quarter, | |
And which way for all our daughters? | |
There' s too much rain and too much water, | |
You' ll see them if you dare.. Verse One | |
.. One more day in the English quarter, | |
.. And which way for all our daughters? | |
.. There' s too much rain and too much water, | |
You' ll see her if you dare. | |
Destinations, dreams to cling to, | |
Aspirations, schemes to bring to, | |
But no one shared the key to win through, | |
Or saw her gift and flair, | |
. And so she worked her hardest to prove her fervour, | |
. And claim a stake in what this life can procure, | |
. But never seen as good enough, | |
Her path stepped away from the action, | |
She was only ' doing girl'. | |
Chorus | |
And all her life she' s been waiting to be heard, to be heard, | |
A lonely voice complaining to this world, to this world, | |
.. Give her a taste of what she' s hoping for, | |
For her dreams are not dreams if they' re left on the sho ore | |
Verse Two | |
Everyone has a tale to render, | |
Never judge by your own agenda, | |
The girl with just her love to tender, | |
To escape her desperate home. | |
And so began, | |
Her best career plan, to have a child and a stake in what this life can impart, | |
But seen as wild and worthless, | |
She hides behind the curtains, | |
Where' s aspiration when she' s fighting in the dark? | |
Chorus | |
Verse Three | |
.. The weary wife alone by the fender, | |
. With only her life to tender, | |
.. Home maker and mender, | |
. For the sake of all but her. | |
.. Never listened to, forgotten, | |
She prays for the children, | |
Who' ve flown but her loving heart denies, | |
. She needs to shout so they can see her, | |
And light a fire to free her, | |
From the anguish of society' s despise. | |
Chorus | |
One more day in the English quarter, | |
And which way for all our daughters? | |
There' s too much rain and too much water, | |
You' ll see them if you dare.. |