Học Tiếng Anh Qua Bài Hát

qiu de ye diao ling zai man tian luo ye li mian
fan huang shi jie yi dian yi dian sui feng er jian yuan
dong tian de xue bai se le ni wo de qing ren jie
xiao shi bu jian ai de sui pian

Rap:
fan kai chen feng de xiang pian
xiang qi he ni kan guo de na xie lao jiu mo pian
lao ren yu hai de qing jie
hua mian zhong ni que yi xi zai fu xian
ran er di qiu ling yi bian
fei ji dai zou le wo de si nian he
yi ge ren de hai bian
hai chao xun huan ren bu bian
kong dang de shi jie
wo men zhi jian hu xi shao le xie
lao ren mo mo chou zhe yan
he wo yi qi shi mian
zhi jue cheng xian
deng dai ye shi yi zhong xin nian

nu: hai de ai tai shen shi jian tai qian
ai ni de xin zen neng ge qian
lao ren de xian jin qian ai xin nian
sui yue de fan jian xing jian yuan

qiu tian de ye diao ling zai man tian luo ye li mian
fan huang shi jie yi dian yi dian sui feng er jian yuan
dong tian de xue bai se le ni wo de qing ren jie
xiao shi bu jian ai de sui pian

Rap:
pu man hui chen de yue zhang di er ye
fang zai na li hao jiu dou mei lian
jing jing xie shi pian
deng dai cong da hai de ling yi bian
que bei bian xian you know
ai wei xi de sheng ming xian
zai feng lang zhong yao ye
wo yi ran jian shou zhe yi qie
lao ren ta mo mo qian zhe xian
he wo yi qi geng yue
ye xu ming tian
ye xu hen yuan hen yuan

nu: hai de ai tai shen shi jian tai qian
ai ni de xin zen neng ge qian
lao ren de xian jin qian ai de xin nian
sui yue de fan jian xing jian yuan

dong ji zhong jie chun bai zui hou xiao shi de na tian
ai de nuo yan yi dian yi dian que zou xiang chang mian
ning jing qian ye lao ren shou hou zhe ta de xin yuan
hai de dui mian ni wo liang ge shi jie

♥♥♥

秋天的夜凋零在漫天落叶里面
泛黄世界一点一点随风而渐远
冬天的雪白色了你我的情人节
消失不见 爱的碎片
Rap:
翻开尘封的相片
想起和你看过 的那些老旧默片
老人与海的情节
画面中你却依稀 在浮现
然而地球另一边
飞机带走了我的思念 呵
一个人的海边
海潮循环仍不变
空荡的世界
们之间呼吸少了一些
老人默默抽 着烟
和我一起 失眠
直觉呈现
等待也是种信念

女:海的爱太深 时间太浅
爱你的心 怎能搁浅
老人的线紧牵 爱的信念
岁月的帆 渐行渐远


泛黄世界一点一点随风而渐远
冬天的雪白色了你我的情人节
消失不见 爱的碎片

Rap:
铺满灰尘的乐章第二页
放在那里好久都没练
静静写下诗篇
等待从大海的另一边
却被季风变线 you know
爱所维系的生命线
在风浪中摇曳
我依然坚守这一切
老人他默默牵 着线
和我一起 哽咽
也许明天
也许很远很远

女:海的爱太深 时间太浅
爱你的心 怎能搁浅
老人的线紧牵 爱的信念
岁月的帆 渐行渐远

冬季终结纯白最后消失的那天
爱的诺言一点一点却走向长眠
宁静前夜老人守候着他的心愿
海的对面 你我两个世界

♥♥♥

The autumn night is marked by falling leaves scattered all over the sky.
Moieties of the aged world are drifting ever further away with the wind.
The blazing whiteness of winter overshadowed our Valentine's Day.
Disappearing are the shattered fragments of love.

Rap:
Flipping through the dust-sealed photographs,
I thought of the old silent films that we used to watch,
The plot of the Old Man and the Sea.
Out of the pictures, seem to be emerging.
However, at the other end of the Earth,
The aeroplane carried my yearnings.
At a lonely beach,
The tides cycle but do not change.
In an empty world,
The times when we could be together has decreased.
[Literally: The times when we would breathe together has decreased.]
The Old Man smokes silently,
Being insomniac with me.
Instinctively, it is apparent,
That waiting is also a form of trust.

The love of the sea is too deep, and the time, too shallow.
How can the heart that loves you be turned away?
The Old Man holds line as tightly as the trust of love.
The sails, representative of the years, gets further as it travels.

The autumn night is marked by falling leaves scattered all over the sky.
Moieties of the aged world are drifting ever further away with the wind.
The blazing whiteness of winter overshadowed our Valentine's Day.
Disappearing are the shattered fragments of love.

Rap:
The second page of the dust-filled score,
Has lain there for a long time without being practised on.
Silently, writing down the poems,
Waiting for the other side of the great sea.
But the trade winds changed the tug of the lines, you know,
The livelines sustained by love.
Shaking in the wind and waves,
I insisting guarding all these.
The Old Man, he guides the line silently,
And swallows the sobs with me.
Perhaps tomorrow,
Perhaps it is very, very far away.

The love of the sea is too deep, and the time, too shallow.
How can the heart that loves you be turned away?
The Old Man holds the line as tightly as the trust of love.
The sails, representative of the years, gets further as it travels.

On the last day of winter, when the blazzing white
The promises of love are, however, little by little, marching towards a long slumber.
The night before the silence, the Old Man guards his wishes.
Across the ocean, we are separated by two worlds.