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6 |/ }+ `/ ^/ \Susan Boyle - Britains Got Talent 2009 Episode 1 - Saturday 11th April
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# j- j5 I* e$ z! e1 L8 k6 R每次看这个片段都深深地陶醉其中!!! d+ c' v6 G6 _' [8 }5 j
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也祝福大家美梦成真!
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Fantine - I Dreamed a Dream Lyrics* R7 m, b6 v& G7 S! ]! l
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: D! R5 K" T9 A8 _There was a time when men were kind,
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And their words inviting.% Z9 z) X ?+ ^
There was a time when love was blind,
3 ?% p: X. \# O4 _( dAnd the world was a song,1 l, _9 e3 M) Y, q
And the song was exciting.' X; T6 d: `6 p" v
There was a time when it all went wrong...
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I dreamed a dream in time gone by,0 d( A: ^1 r* f) w" ~ y! ]/ E( c
When hope was high and life, worth living.1 _$ M' V. M# d' r
I dreamed that love would never die,& N6 o/ }. x9 o* B6 C1 w
I dreamed that God would be forgiving.) a. v8 O) [ N W" J
Then I was young and unafraid,( F2 _/ B2 I4 G- X1 J
And dreams were made and used and wasted.7 X; T' V1 B* z2 G# g5 b( F
There was no ransom to be paid,
8 i- h; G5 T1 |No song unsung, no wine, untasted.
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But the tigers come at night,
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, U( e4 K8 K+ @9 tAs they tear your hope apart,7 a9 r0 M5 }: Z6 `% X, R3 Z* H8 {( R8 z
And they turn your dream to shame.8 O4 W5 ~0 H% x- Z: g0 _! P
/ W- B& Y- @% X6 x, g# L% \* [/ xHe slept a summer by my side,
o8 |9 P. g4 F; e. S* c0 H+ H! uHe filled my days with endless wonder...
- }$ q( K+ Y0 T: zHe took my childhood in his stride,; p, A- ~! q" v; G; [" W9 I
But he was gone when autumn came!5 f" `- L; I. Y: O `( |' b
. G! ^0 }4 b# j" }5 rAnd still I dream he'll come to me,
& l$ d' ^. G' r1 FThat we will live the years together,; o8 z. K4 z- |5 d. K8 W$ }7 u
But there are dreams that cannot be,0 @3 d7 {5 R$ ^% g
And there are storms we cannot weather!
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0 E3 I( I/ W8 y! d# x {I had a dream my life would be
- P) R) g+ }- Q. e+ z ISo different from this hell I'm living,
9 w( _. ~3 ]( m9 p7 @# LSo different now from what it seemed...
! X! H7 ?1 v. t- b( g! ONow life has killed the dream I dreamed... |
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