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' Z& H& D% t0 \- ]9 ?: K3 K1 nSusan Boyle - Britains Got Talent 2009 Episode 1 - Saturday 11th April7 x& M2 a& ]& a* ?7 ^
6 g3 \; i8 d& k* K每次看这个片段都深深地陶醉其中!!!
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* x4 _8 ?# w* S6 V也祝福大家美梦成真!
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7 P; l! I3 {5 |: bFantine - I Dreamed a Dream Lyrics
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There was a time when men were kind,, J' X9 h" m. J, K$ D- _
And their voices were soft,6 \: Y8 j! }- x
And their words inviting.- M* h. u0 {) i2 v! @7 P
There was a time when love was blind,4 b/ ]% h: L* o
And the world was a song,
% \' Y% ]- [; [/ YAnd the song was exciting.1 d" V3 `( V; b; l$ d6 B! ~
There was a time when it all went wrong...
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+ y" i7 o1 s' D) UI dreamed a dream in time gone by,
$ w" {( s. _4 U) Z+ _When hope was high and life, worth living.. t" W! y* P0 \6 i
I dreamed that love would never die,
& i) q4 b9 z/ T! Y( `/ l1 W" FI dreamed that God would be forgiving.
/ E9 j% d- e% C1 ^4 c+ G) c BThen I was young and unafraid,
8 _* m8 `, U7 h+ ?) F; s# YAnd dreams were made and used and wasted.
- e0 o9 |1 R5 @# `+ c1 W' K* Z& jThere was no ransom to be paid,
$ e: F/ f9 Z! O5 v6 Q! ^* VNo song unsung, no wine, untasted.
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; ^. g% x4 R) ~! N- t7 }' p% QBut the tigers come at night,2 A! a5 S9 L% m A$ ?
With their voices soft as thunder,
9 q* a5 V& a. y' d! zAs they tear your hope apart,
6 B) B. s" }" e) m0 wAnd they turn your dream to shame.9 D2 b9 i$ \) ]% m
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He slept a summer by my side,3 P2 m; t2 I+ }! c' s- \2 ^3 R
He filled my days with endless wonder...
E& R4 R m. `8 v: m- O7 E* bHe took my childhood in his stride,
1 D) L5 a. S: W3 w: I5 HBut he was gone when autumn came!
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" S# l$ E! Q0 u5 t* }) ^And still I dream he'll come to me,
_6 x `8 |: e6 H: ~$ }" d# KThat we will live the years together,
5 t* H* A k6 r( f* ]: ZBut there are dreams that cannot be,
: X4 c# }; w: D( k- ^: mAnd there are storms we cannot weather!
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I had a dream my life would be
8 K0 D9 h; N2 f! K( ~" s& ]' uSo different from this hell I'm living,
' g }7 W+ C/ H( ^2 h7 c4 ~6 JSo different now from what it seemed...) v. c: C* x+ t8 o4 M
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed... |
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