A Little Bit Of Everything

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非常传奇的英语老师 Mr. Clements 上课给大家提到的歌,挺好听的:

With his back against the San Francisco traffic

On the bridges side that faces towards the jail

Setting out to join a demographic

He hoists his first leg up over the rail

A phone call is made, police cars show up quickly

The sergeant slams his passenger door

He says, “Hey son why don’t you talk through this with me?

Just tell me what you’re doing it for”

“Oh, it’s a little bit of everything

It’s the mountains, it’s the fog

It’s the news at six o’clock

It’s the death of my first dog

It’s the angels up above me

It’s the song that they don’t sing

It’s a little bit of everything”

There’s an older man who stands in a buffet line

He is smiling and he’s holding out his plate

And the further he looks back into his timeline

That hard road always had led him to today

Making up for when his bright future had left him

Making up for the fact that his only son is gone

And letting everything out once, his server asks him

“Have you figured out yet, what it is you want?”

I want a little bit of everything

The biscuits and the beans

Whatever helps me to forget about

The things that brought me to my knees

So pile on those mashed potatoes

And an extra chicken wing

I’m having a little bit of everything

Somewhere a pretty girl is writing invitations

To a wedding she has scheduled for the fall

Her man says, “Baby, can I make an observation?

You don’t seem to be having any fun at all”

She said, “You just worry about your groomsmen and your shirt-size

And rest assured that this is making me feel good”

I think that love is so much easier than you realize

If you can give yourself to someone, then you should

‘Cause it’s a little bit of everything

The way you choke, the way you ache

It is waking up before you

So I can watch you as you wake

So on the day in late September

It’s not some stupid little ring

I’m giving a little bit of everything

Oh, it’s a little bit of everything

It’s the matador and the bull

It’s the suggested daily dosage

It is the red moon when it’s full

All these psychics and these doctors

They’re all right and they’re all wrong

It’s like trying to make out every word

When they should simply hum along

It’s not some message written in the dark

Or some truth that no one’s seen

It’s a little bit of everything