| Song | Able to Sing |
| Artist | Indigo Girls |
| Album | Beauty Queen Sister |
| 作曲 : Saliers | |
| 作词 : Saliers | |
| I went to a wedding, | |
| I brought a song | |
| I folded it up like a list of thanks at a | |
| Praisathon | |
| The bride was | |
| Snow White, the groom was strong | |
| Trailers as endless as the day is long | |
| Some days are fairy tales, some days belie | |
| The four and twenty black birds baked in a pie | |
| Could open up their sweet throats to serenade a king | |
| That's a lot of heat to take and still be able to sing, sing, sing | |
| It's not been proven hard to bring unending start | |
| And even easier to die from a broken heart | |
| Oh, was a blind force trauma from the fireworks | |
| That someone is celebrating while another gets hurt | |
| Some days are fairy tales, some days belie | |
| The four and twenty black birds baked in a pie | |
| Could open up their sweet throats to serenade a king | |
| That's a lot of heat to take and still be able to sing | |
| Still I see them in the night | |
| With their blood red wings alike | |
| While the rocket's red glare | |
| Gives proof through the night | |
| If some things not right | |
| Some things not right | |
| In the book of | |
| Steven there is no prophecy' | |
| Cause there was no need for | |
| God in the way things came to be | |
| Some live by faith, some live by proof | |
| They don't meet up on a friendly road or live under the same roof | |
| Some days are fairy tales, some days belie | |
| Four and twenty black birds baked in a pie | |
| Could open up their sweet throats to serenade a king | |
| That's a lot of heat to take and still be able to sing, sing, sing | |
| Sing, sing, sing | |
| And the birds fall hard like black rain | |
| Jerking the earth with a portent stain | |
| Beat like drums, they beat like a wings | |
| Are we looking? | |
| Are we listening? | |
| Sing, sing, sing, sing | |
| Sing, sing, sing |
| zuò qǔ : Saliers | |
| zuò cí : Saliers | |
| I went to a wedding, | |
| I brought a song | |
| I folded it up like a list of thanks at a | |
| Praisathon | |
| The bride was | |
| Snow White, the groom was strong | |
| Trailers as endless as the day is long | |
| Some days are fairy tales, some days belie | |
| The four and twenty black birds baked in a pie | |
| Could open up their sweet throats to serenade a king | |
| That' s a lot of heat to take and still be able to sing, sing, sing | |
| It' s not been proven hard to bring unending start | |
| And even easier to die from a broken heart | |
| Oh, was a blind force trauma from the fireworks | |
| That someone is celebrating while another gets hurt | |
| Some days are fairy tales, some days belie | |
| The four and twenty black birds baked in a pie | |
| Could open up their sweet throats to serenade a king | |
| That' s a lot of heat to take and still be able to sing | |
| Still I see them in the night | |
| With their blood red wings alike | |
| While the rocket' s red glare | |
| Gives proof through the night | |
| If some things not right | |
| Some things not right | |
| In the book of | |
| Steven there is no prophecy' | |
| Cause there was no need for | |
| God in the way things came to be | |
| Some live by faith, some live by proof | |
| They don' t meet up on a friendly road or live under the same roof | |
| Some days are fairy tales, some days belie | |
| Four and twenty black birds baked in a pie | |
| Could open up their sweet throats to serenade a king | |
| That' s a lot of heat to take and still be able to sing, sing, sing | |
| Sing, sing, sing | |
| And the birds fall hard like black rain | |
| Jerking the earth with a portent stain | |
| Beat like drums, they beat like a wings | |
| Are we looking? | |
| Are we listening? | |
| Sing, sing, sing, sing | |
| Sing, sing, sing |