Luv sic pt.3 発音記号

投稿者: Auther | 9 ヶ月, 2 週間 前 | 0 のコメント
It's funny how the music put times in perspective
ɪts ˈfʌni haʊ ðə ˈmjuːzɪk pʊt taɪmz ɪn pəˈspɛktɪv
Add a soundtrack to your life and perfect it
æd ə ˈsaʊndtræk tuː jɔː laɪf ænd ˈpɜːfɪkt ɪt
Whenever you are feeling blue keep walking and we can get far
wɛnˈɛvə juː ɑː ˈfiːlɪŋ bluː kiːp ˈwɔːkɪŋ ænd wiː kæn gɛt fɑː
Wherever you are
weərˈɛvə juː ɑː
Like a movie that you can't predict
laɪk ə ˈmuːvi ðæt juː kɑːnt prɪˈdɪkt
Like a book that you can't resist
laɪk ə bʊk ðæt juː kɑːnt rɪˈzɪst
I sing along a song that's oh so sensual
aɪ sɪŋ əˈlɒŋ ə sɒŋ ðæts əʊ səʊ ˈsɛnsjʊəl
bring along a sip to make it all so sexual
brɪŋ əˈlɒŋ ə sɪp tuː meɪk ɪt ɔːl səʊ ˈsɛksjʊəl
verbally that is, making love to the music means vibing to the beat at night
ˈvɜːbəli ðæt ɪz, ˈmeɪkɪŋ lʌv tuː ðə ˈmjuːzɪk miːnz ˈvaɪbɪŋ tuː ðə biːt æt naɪt
with the whole city fast asleep, out cold
wɪð ðə həʊl ˈsɪti fɑːst əˈsliːp, aʊt kəʊld
true words seem to rise to the lips, take hold
truː wɜːdz siːm tuː raɪz tuː ðə lɪps, teɪk həʊld
of a poet in me, most powerfully
ɒv ə ˈpəʊɪt ɪn miː, məʊst ˈpaʊəfʊli
I feel free when the world doesn't owe it to me
aɪ fiːl friː wɛn ðə wɜːld dʌznt əʊ ɪt tuː miː
It's so hard to find a gig that lives up to the billing,
ɪts səʊ hɑːd tuː faɪnd ə gɪg ðæt lɪvz ʌp tuː ðə ˈbɪlɪŋ,
trying to find a reason to work, god willing
ˈtraɪɪŋ tuː faɪnd ə ˈriːzn tuː wɜːk, gɒd ˈwɪlɪŋ
I admit, my thinking is wishful
aɪ ədˈmɪt, maɪ ˈθɪŋkɪŋ ɪz ˈwɪʃfʊl
like a star upon a child gazing up to the ceiling
laɪk ə stɑːr əˈpɒn ə ʧaɪld ˈgeɪzɪŋ ʌp tuː ðə ˈsiːlɪŋ
how far do we have to stretch the truth
haʊ fɑː duː wiː hæv tuː strɛʧ ðə truːθ
to fit the lifestyles borrowed and overdue
tuː fɪt ðə ˈlaɪfˌstaɪlz ˈbɒrəʊd ænd ˌəʊvəˈdjuː
we can take it all back to the register
wiː kæn teɪk ɪt ɔːl bæk tuː ðə ˈrɛʤɪstə
and start all over from the canister
ænd stɑːt ɔːl ˈəʊvə frɒm ðə ˈkænɪstə
let's break it all down into pieces of bright
lɛts breɪk ɪt ɔːl daʊn ˈɪntuː ˈpiːsɪz ɒv braɪt
moments that pass by like a meteorite
ˈməʊmənts ðæt pɑːs baɪ laɪk ə ˈmiːtiəraɪt
throw on your favorite reel that's good to go
θrəʊ ɒn jɔː ˈfeɪvərɪt riːl ðæts gʊd tuː gəʊ
on the analog player watch the people glow
ɒn ði ˈænəlɒg ˈpleɪə wɒʧ ðə ˈpiːpl gləʊ
sit back to the breeze let the memories flow
sɪt bæk tuː ðə briːz lɛt ðə ˈmɛməriz fləʊ
comedy tragedy all the highs and lows
ˈkɒmɪdi ˈtræʤɪdi ɔːl ðə haɪz ænd ləʊz
(chorus)
(ˈkɔːrəs)
Like your moves that I can't predict
laɪk jɔː muːvz ðæt aɪ kɑːnt prɪˈdɪkt
Like your look that I can't resist
laɪk jɔː lʊk ðæt aɪ kɑːnt rɪˈzɪst
The ting-a-ling feeling was oh so mutual
ðə tɪŋ-ə-lɪŋ ˈfiːlɪŋ wɒz əʊ səʊ ˈmjuːtjʊəl
the lingering appeal was so unusual
ðə ˈlɪŋgərɪŋ əˈpiːl wɒz səʊ ʌnˈjuːʒʊəl
herbally what is, medicine to a lone soul can become poison to some
ˈhɜːbəli wɒt ɪz, ˈmɛdsɪn tuː ə ləʊn səʊl kæn bɪˈkʌm ˈpɔɪzn tuː sʌm
with the whole body fast asleep, out cold
wɪð ðə həʊl ˈbɒdi fɑːst əˈsliːp, aʊt kəʊld
true vision seem to come to the eye, take hold
truː ˈvɪʒən siːm tuː kʌm tuː ði aɪ, teɪk həʊld
of a prophet in me most visibly
ɒv ə ˈprɒfɪt ɪn miː məʊst ˈvɪzəbli
I see clear when the world doesn't show it to me
aɪ siː klɪə wɛn ðə wɜːld dʌznt ʃəʊ ɪt tuː miː
It's so hard to make sense in a cycle of billing,
ɪts səʊ hɑːd tuː meɪk sɛns ɪn ə ˈsaɪkl ɒv ˈbɪlɪŋ,
trying to find a reason to quit and make a killing
ˈtraɪɪŋ tuː faɪnd ə ˈriːzn tuː kwɪt ænd meɪk ə ˈkɪlɪŋ
I admit, our dealing is painful
aɪ ədˈmɪt, ˈaʊə ˈdiːlɪŋ ɪz ˈpeɪnfʊl
like a star upon a child staring down from the ceiling
laɪk ə stɑːr əˈpɒn ə ʧaɪld ˈsteərɪŋ daʊn frɒm ðə ˈsiːlɪŋ
how far do we have to stretch the picture
haʊ fɑː duː wiː hæv tuː strɛʧ ðə ˈpɪkʧə
before pixelating the human texture
bɪˈfɔː ˈpɪksəleɪtɪŋ ðə ˈhjuːmən ˈtɛksʧə
we can take it all back to the register
wiː kæn teɪk ɪt ɔːl bæk tuː ðə ˈrɛʤɪstə
and start all over from the canister
ænd stɑːt ɔːl ˈəʊvə frɒm ðə ˈkænɪstə
let's save it all up for an ultimate prize
lɛts seɪv ɪt ɔːl ʌp fɔːr ən ˈʌltɪmɪt praɪz
homecoming gathering with a big surprise
ˈhəʊmˌkʌmɪŋ ˈgæðərɪŋ wɪð ə bɪg səˈpraɪz
throw on your favorite record that's good to go
θrəʊ ɒn jɔː ˈfeɪvərɪt ˈrɛkɔːd ðæts gʊd tuː gəʊ
on the analog table and it's hooked to blow
ɒn ði ˈænəlɒg ˈteɪbl ænd ɪts hʊkt tuː bləʊ
sit back with ease and hear the emcee flow
sɪt bæk wɪð iːz ænd hɪə ði ˌɛmˈsiː fləʊ
hi hat kick drum all the highs and lows
haɪ hæt kɪk drʌm ɔːl ðə haɪz ænd ləʊz
(chorus)
(ˈkɔːrəs)
Um, third time's the charm, hopefully
əm, θɜːd taɪmz ðə ʧɑːm, ˈhəʊpfʊli
when I chime on your door you'd still let me in
wɛn aɪ ʧaɪm ɒn jɔː dɔː juːd stɪl lɛt miː ɪn
after all these years
ˈɑːftər ɔːl ðiːz jɪəz
the room that you caved in my heart is exactly the same as you left it
ðə ruːm ðæt juː keɪvd ɪn maɪ hɑːt ɪz ɪgˈzæktli ðə seɪm æz juː lɛft ɪt
I realize that you have moved on
aɪ ˈrɪəlaɪz ðæt juː hæv muːvd ɒn
new styles and cliques like them silent flicks
njuː staɪlz ænd kliːks laɪk ðɛm ˈsaɪlənt flɪks
I'm speechless in this golden occasion
aɪm ˈspiːʧlɪs ɪn ðɪs ˈgəʊldən əˈkeɪʒən
the beautiful expression on the silver creation
ðə ˈbjuːtəfʊl ɪksˈprɛʃən ɒn ðə ˈsɪlvə kri(ː)ˈeɪʃən
this time I'd like to keep in touch
ðɪs taɪm aɪd laɪk tuː kiːp ɪn tʌʧ
I'm a likkle bit wiser, a whole lot tougher
aɪm ə likkle bɪt ˈwaɪzə, ə həʊl lɒt ˈtʌfə
if I suffer through another nightmare tonight,
ɪf aɪ ˈsʌfə θruː əˈnʌðə ˈnaɪtmeə təˈnaɪt,
we'll chalk it up as another chapter to write, all right?
wiːl ʧɔːk ɪt ʌp æz əˈnʌðə ˈʧæptə tuː raɪt, ɔːl raɪt?
or wrong or somewhere down the middle of the road
ɔː rɒŋ ɔː ˈsʌmweə daʊn ðə ˈmɪdl ɒv ðə rəʊd
I wanna see you again in a scene with the backdrop a perfect ten
aɪ ˈwɒnə siː juː əˈgɛn ɪn ə siːn wɪð ðə ˈbækdrɒp ə ˈpɜːfɪkt tɛn
and the music can take us back to the spot right then
ænd ðə ˈmjuːzɪk kæn teɪk ʌs bæk tuː ðə spɒt raɪt ðɛn
from black and white to a sepia tone
frɒm blæk ænd waɪt tuː ə ˈsiːpiə təʊn
some dreams come with a tint or in monochrome
sʌm driːmz kʌm wɪð ə tɪnt ɔːr ɪn ˈmɒnəkrəʊm
from black and white to my skin tone
frɒm blæk ænd waɪt tuː maɪ skɪn təʊn
some dreams have a stint on the microphone
sʌm driːmz hæv ə stɪnt ɒn ðə ˈmaɪkrəfəʊn
(chorus)
(ˈkɔːrəs)
okay we can take it all back to the register
ˈəʊˈkeɪ wiː kæn teɪk ɪt ɔːl bæk tuː ðə ˈrɛʤɪstə
and start all over from the canister
ænd stɑːt ɔːl ˈəʊvə frɒm ðə ˈkænɪstə
let's break it all down into pieces of bright
lɛts breɪk ɪt ɔːl daʊn ˈɪntuː ˈpiːsɪz ɒv braɪt
moments that pass by like a meteorite
ˈməʊmənts ðæt pɑːs baɪ laɪk ə ˈmiːtiəraɪt
throw on your favorite jacket and you're good to roll
θrəʊ ɒn jɔː ˈfeɪvərɪt ˈʤækɪt ænd jʊə gʊd tuː rəʊl
on the analog trail and you look the role
ɒn ði ˈænəlɒg treɪl ænd juː lʊk ðə rəʊl
just stroll through the trees and let your miseries go
ʤʌst strəʊl θruː ðə triːz ænd lɛt jɔː ˈmɪzəriz gəʊ
sunshine hurricane all the highs and lows
ˈsʌnʃaɪn ˈhʌrɪkən ɔːl ðə haɪz ænd ləʊz
we can take it all back to the register
wiː kæn teɪk ɪt ɔːl bæk tuː ðə ˈrɛʤɪstə
and start all over from the canister
ænd stɑːt ɔːl ˈəʊvə frɒm ðə ˈkænɪstə
let's break it all down into pieces of bright
lɛts breɪk ɪt ɔːl daʊn ˈɪntuː ˈpiːsɪz ɒv braɪt
moments that pass by like a meteorite
ˈməʊmənts ðæt pɑːs baɪ laɪk ə ˈmiːtiəraɪt
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