Mango Groove的《Only Love》 歌词

歌曲名:Only Love

歌手:Mango Groove

专辑:Moments Away - Lovesongs And Lullabies - 1990 - 2006

The sun is shining through

Oh this perfect morning

And I know that I am blessed

But I'm guilty nonetheless

So many people lost

So many people hurting

And I wish I had a way

To make everything okay

I don't know why

How we got here

But i reach inside

And the answer clear

Only love can heal the pain

It can right the wrong

Can take the blame

Only love can realize

Nothin' more we need

Cause it's all inside

So we fight, fight, fight

And we won't let go and we reach up high

Til everybody knows

Only love can understand

Only love can bring us together again

And it seems since time began

That people just been fightin'

And it ain't just black or white

And it ain't just wrong or right

And I get so overwhelmed

So disconnected

Til you reach out to me

You know just what I need

As long as I

Can hold you near

It's gonna be alright

Won't have no fear

Only love can heal the pain

It can right the wrong

Can take the blame

Only love can realize

Nothin' more we need

Cause it's all inside

So we fight, fight, fight

And we won't let go and we reach up high

Til everybody knows

Only love can understand

Only love can bring us together again

I pray for peace to shine on you and me

I pray for strenght, hope and faith

For love to lead the way

And we won't run run

And we'll rise above

Only love, love, love

And we'll fight, fight, fight

For the light, light, light

And we won't stop, no

Only love can heal the pain

It can right the wrong

Can take the blame

Only love can realize

Nothin' more we need

Cause it's all inside

So we fight, fight, fight

And we won't let go and we reach up high

Til everybody knows

Only love can understand

Only love can bring us together again

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芒果的英语是mango，音标是英 [ˈmæŋgəʊ]  美 [ˈmæŋgoʊ]  。

mango

n芒果;芒果树;泡菜

芒果为著名热带水果之一，芒果果实含有糖、蛋白质、粗纤维，芒果所含有的维生素A的前体胡萝卜素成分特别高，是所有水果中少见的。其次维生素C含量也不低。

1、Strawberry, but this time, mango juice 

很抱歉，我们只有罐装的芒果汁。

2、Notes of white peaches mix with more surprising ones such as mango and  ginger 

该款酒持有的白桃味，与芒果和生姜的味道混杂在一起。

3、Mango is cute and beauty 

芒果是可爱和美丽的。

4、He also has a lemon tree, an orange tree, a mango tree and two fig trees 

另有一个柠檬树，橙树，芒果树和两个无花果树。

5、I would like to order a mango cake 

我想预定一个芒果蛋糕。

按压外围那一圈，扭一扭中间就会慢慢弹回来。

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It's a good books for me to learn English, the article not too long, the words are easy to know, and the story is very vivid even they all the small thing around us

The House on Mango Street is Sandra Cisneros's greatly admired novel of a young girl growing up in the Latino section of Chicago It tells the story of Esperanza Cordero, whose neighborhood is one of harsh realities and harsh beauty

There are too many beautiful sentences in the book

The House on Mango street

I knew then I had to have a house A real house One I could point to But this isn’t it The house on Mango street isn’t it For the time being, Mama says Temporary, says Papa But I know how those things go

Hairs

My mother’s hair, like rosettes, like little candy circles all curly and pretty because she pinned it in pincurls all day, sweet to put your nose into when she is holding you, holding you and you feel safe, is the warm smell of bread before you bake it, is the smell when she makes room for you on her side of the bed still warm with her skin, and you sleep near her, the rain outside falling and Papa snoring The snoring, the rain, and Mama’s hair that smells like bread

Boys & Girls

Someday I will have a best friend all my own One I can tell my secrets to One who will understand my jokes without my having to explain them Until then I am a red ballon, a ballon tied to an anchor

My Name

She looked out the window her whole life, the way so many women sit their sadness on an elbow I wonder if she made the best with what she got or was she sorry because she couldn’t be all the things she wanted to be Esperanza I have inherited her name, but I don’t want to inherit her place by the window

Cathy Queen of Cats

In the meantime they’ll just have to move a little farther north from Mango street, a little farther away every time people like us keep moving in

Our Good Day

Because Lucy has long legs she pedals I sit on the back seat and Rachel is skinny enough to get up on the handlebars which makes the bike all wobbly as if the wheels are spaghetti, but after a bit you get used to it

Laughter

Nenny and I don’t look like sisters… not right away Not the way you can tell with Rachel and Lucy who have the same fat popsicle lips like everybody else in their family But me and Nenny, we are more alike than you would know Our laughter for example Not the shy ice cream bells’ giggle of Rachel and Lucy’s family, but all of a sudden and surprised like a pile of dishes breaking And other things I can’t explain

Gil’s Furniture Bought & Sold

The store is small with just a dirty window for light He doesn’t turn the lights on unless you got money to buy things with, so in the dark we look and see all kinds of things, me and Nenny Tables with their feet upside-down and rows and rows of refrigerators with round corners and couches that spin dust in the air when you punch them and a hundred TV’s that don’t work probably Everything is on top of everything so the whole store has skinny aisles to walk through

You could be in there a long time before your eyes notice a pair of gold glasses floating in the dark

Then he starts it up and all sorts of things start happening It’s like all of a sudden he let go a million moths all over the dusty furniture and swan-neck shadows and in our bones It’s like drops of water Or like marimbas only with a funny little plucked sound to it like if you were running your fingers across the teeth of a metal comb

I can see her fingers going for the quarters in her pants pocket

Meme Ortiz

The dog is big, like a man dressed in a dog suit, and runs the same way its owner does, clumsy and wild and with the limbs flopping all over the place like untied shoes

Louie, His cousin & His Other Cousin

He took off flooring that car into a yellow blur We hardly had time to think when the cop car pulled in the alley going just as fast We saw the yellow Cadillac at the end of the block trying to make a left-hand turn, but our alley is too skinny and the car crashed into a lamppost

The cop car’s siren spun a dizzy blue The nose of that yellow Cadillac was all pleated like an alligator’s, and excpet for a bloody lip and a bruised forehead, Louie’s cousin was okay They put handcuffs on him and put him in the backset of the cop car, and we all waved as they drove away

Marin

Marin says that if she stays here next year, she’s going to get a real job downtown because that’s where the best jobs are, since you always get to look beautiful and get to wear nice clothes and can meet someone in the subway who might marry you and take you to live in a big house far away

Marin, under the streetlight, dancing by herself, is singing the same song somewhere I know Is waiting for a car to stop, a star to fall, someone to change her life

Those Who Don’t

Those who don’t know any better come into our neighborhood scared

All brown all around, we are safe But watch us drive into a neighborhood of another color and our knees go shakity-shake and our car windows get rolled up tight and our eyes look straight Yeah That is how it goes and goes

There Was an Old Woman She Had So Many Children She Didn’t Know What to Do

They are bad those Vargases, and how can they help it with only one mother who is tired all the time from buttoning and bottling and babying, and who cries every day for the man who left without even leaving a dollar for bologna or a note explaining how come

Alicia Who Sees Mice

Alicia, whose mama died, is sorry there is no one older to rise and make the lunchbox tortillas Alicia, who inherited her mama’s rolling pin and sleepiness, is young and smart and studies for the first time at the university Two trains and a bus, because she doesn’t want to spend her whole life in a factory or behind a rolling pin Is a good girl, my friend, studies all night and sees the mice, the ones her father says do not exist Is afraid of nothing except four-legged fur And fathers

Darius & the Clouds

You can never have too much sky You can fall asleep and wake up drunk on sky, and sky can keep you safe when you are sad Here there is too much sadness and not enough sky Butterflies too are few and so are flowers and most things that are beautiful Still, we take what we can get and make the best of it

The Family of Little Feet

There was a family All were little Their arms were little, and their hands were little, and their height was not tall, and their feet very small

The mother’s feet, plump and polite, descended like white pigeons from the sea of pillow, across the linoleum roses, down down the wooden stairs, over the chalk hopscotch squares, 5,6,7,blue sky

Now you know to talk drunks is crazy and to tell them your name is worse , but who can blame her She is young and dizzy to hear so many sweet things in one day, even if it is a bum man’s whiskey words saying them

A Rice Sandwich

I’m no Spartan and hold up an anemic wrist to prove it I can’t even blow up a balloon without getting dizzy And besides, I know how to make my own lunch If I ate at school there’d be less dishes to wash You would see me less and less and like me better Everyday at noon my chair would be empty Where is my favorite daughter you would cry, and when I came home finally at three pm you would appreciate me

Mondays or Fridays, it doesn’t matter, morning always go by slow and this day especially

Chanclas

Everybody laughing except me, because I’m wearing the new dress , pink and white with stripes, and new underclothes and new socks and the old saddle shoes I wear to school, brown and white, the kind I get every September because they last long and they do My feet scuffed and round, and the heels all crooked that look dumb with this dress, so I just sit

Meanwhile that boy who is my cousin by first communion or something asks me to dance and I can’t Just stuff my feet under the metal folding chair stamped Precious Blood and pick on a wad of brown gum that’s stuck beneath the seat I shake my head no My feet growing bigger and bigger

Hips

Nenny, I say, but she doesn’t hear me She is too many light-years away She is in a world we don’t belong to anymore Nenny Going Going

First Job

It was real easy, and I guess I wouldn’t have minded it except that you got tired after a while and I didn’t know if I could sit down or not, and then I started sitting down only when the two ladies next to me did After a while they started to laugh and came up to me and said I could sit when I wanted to, and I said I knew

Papa Who Wakes Up Tired in the Dark

My Papa, his thick hands and thick shoes, who wakes up tired in the dark, who combs his hair with water, drinks his coffee, and is gone before we wake, today is sitting on my bed

And I think if my own Papa died what would I do I hold my Papa in my arms I hold and hold and hold him

Born Bad

I don’t know who decides who deserves to go bad There was no evil in her birth No wicked curse

Maybe the sky didn’t look the day she feel down Maybe God was busy

But I think diseases have no eyes They pick with a dizzy finger anyone, just anyone

Geraldo No Last Name

Only Marin can’t explain why it mattered, the hours and hours, for somebody she didn’t even know The hospital emergency room Nobody but an intern working all alone And maybe if the surgeon would’ve come, maybe if he hadn’t lost so much blood, if the surgeon had only come, they would know who to notify and where

Edna’s Ruthie

There were many things Ruthie could have been if she wanted to Not only is she a good whistler, but she can sing and dance too She had lots of job offers when she was young, but she never took them She got married instead and moved away to a pretty house outside the city Only thing I can’t understand is why Ruthie is living on Mango street if she doesn’t have to , why is she sleeping on a couch in her mother’s living room when she has a real house all her own, but she says she’s just visiting and next weekend her husband’s going to take her home But the weekends come and go and Ruthie stays No matter We are glad because she is our friend

Ruthie looked at the sky and her eyes got watery at times

She took a long time looking at me before she opened her mouth, and then she said, You have the most beautiful teeth I have ever seen, and went inside

The Earl of Tennessee

At night Nenny and I can hear when Earl comes home from work First the click and whine of the car door opening, then the scrape of concrete, the excited tinkling of dog tags, followed by the heavy jingling of keys, and finally the moan of the wooden door as it opens and lets loose its sigh of dampness

Sire

I don’t cross the street like other girls Straight ahead, straight eyes I walked past I knew he was looking I had to prove to me I wasn’t scared of nobody’s eyes, not even his I had to prove to me I wasn’t scared of nobody’s eyes, not even his I had to look back hard, just once, like he was glass And I did I did once But I looked too long when he rode his bike past me I looked because I wanted to be brave, straight into the dusty cat fur of his eyes and the bike stopped and he bumped into a parked car, bumped, and I walked fast It made your blood freeze to have somebody look at you like that

Everything is holding its breath inside me Everything is waiting to explode like Christmas I want to be all new and shiny I want to sit out bad at night, a boy around my neck and the wind under my skirt Not this way, every evening talking to the trees, leaning out my window, imagining what I can’t see

A boy held me once so hard, I swear, I felt the grip and weight of his arms, but it was a dream

Four Skinny Trees

They are the only ones who understand me I am the only one who understands them Four skinny trees with skinny necks and pointy elbows like mine Four who do not belong here but are here

Their strength is secret They send ferocious roots beneath the ground They grow up and they grow down and grab the earth between their hairy toes and bite the sky with violent teeth and never quit their anger This is how they keep

When I am too sad and too skinny to keep keeping, when I am a tiny thing against so many bricks, then it is I look at trees When there is nothing left to look at on this street Four who grew despite concrete Four who reach and do not forget to reach Four whose only reason is to be and be

No speak English

Ay! Mamactia, who does not belong, every once in a while lets out a cry, hysterical, high, as if he had torn the only skinny thread that kept her alive, the only road out to that country

And then to break her heart forever, the baby boy, who has begun to talk, starts to sing the Pepsi commercial he heard on TV

Rafaela Who Drinks Coconut & Papaya Juice on Tuesdays

Rafaela, who is still young but getting old from leaning out the window so much, gets locked indoors because her husband is afraid Rafaela will run away since she is too beautiful to look at

Rafaela who drinks and drinks coconut and papaya juice on Tuesdays and wishes there were sweeter drinks, not bitter like an empty room, but sweet sweet like the island, like the dance hall down the street where women much older than her throw green eyes easily like dice and open homes with keys And always there is someone offering sweeter drinks, someone promising to keep them on a silver strings

Sally

The stories the boys tell in the coatroom, they’re not true You lean against the schoolyard fence alone with your eyes closed as if no one was watching, as if no one could see you standing there, Sally What do you think about when you close your eyes like that And why do you always have to go straight home after school You become a different Sally You pull your skirt straight, you rub the blue paint off your eyelids You don’t laugh, Sally You look at your feet and walk fast to the house you can’t come out from

Sally, do you sometimes wish you didn’t have to go home Do you wish your feet would one day keep walking and take you far away from Mango Street, far away and maybe your feet would stop in front of a house, a nice one with flowers and big windows and steps for you to climb up two by two upstairs to where a room is waiting for you And if you opened the little window latch and gave it a shove, the windows would swing open, all the sky would come in

Minerva Writes Poems

Next week she comes over black and blue and asks what can she do Minerva I don’t know which way she’ll go There is nothing I can do

Bums in the Attic

People who live on hills sleep so close to the stars they forget those of us who live too much on earth They don’t look down at all except to be content to live on hills They have nothing to do with last week’s garbage or fear of rats Night comes Nothing wakes them but the wind

One day I’ll own my own house, but I won’t forget who I am or where I came from Passing bums will ask, Can I come in I’ll offer them the attic, ask them to stay, because I know how it is to be without a house

Beautiful & Cruel

My mother says when I get older my dusty hair will settle and my blouse will learn to stay clean, but I have decided not to grow up tame like the others who lay their necks on the threshold waiting for the ball and chain

I have begun my own quiet war Simple Sure I am one who leaves the table like a man, without putting back the chair or picking up the plate

A Smart Cooke

Shame is a bad thing, you know It keeps you down You want to know why I quit school Because I didn’t have nice clothes No clothes, but I had brains

The Monkey Garden

There were sunflowers big as flowers on Mars and thick cockscombs bleeding the deep red fringe of theater curtains There were dizzy bees and bow-tied fruit flies turning somersaults and humming in the air Sweet sweet peach trees Thorn roses and thistle and pears Weeds like so many squinty-eyed stars and brush that made your ankles itch and itch until you washed with soap and water There were big green apples hard as knees And everywhere the sleepy smell of rotting wood, damp earth and dusty hollyhocks thick and perfumy like the blue-blond hair of the dead

Yellow spiders ran when we turned rocks over and pale worms blind and afraid of light rolled over in their sleep Poke a tick in the sandy soil and a few blue-skinned beetles would appear, an avenue of ants, so many crusty lady bugs This was a garden, a wonderful thing to look at in the spring But bit by bit, after the monkey left, the garden began to take over itself Flowers stopped obeying the little bricks that kept them from growing beyond their paths Weeds mixed in Dead cars appeared overnight like mushrooms First one and the another and the a pale blue pickup with the front windshield missing Before you knew it, the monkey garden became filled with sleepy cars

Things had a way of disappearing in the garden, as if the garden itself ate them, or, as if with its old-man memory, it put them away and forgot them

I don’t know why, but something inside me wanted to throw a stick Something wanted to say no when I watched Sally going into the garden with Tito’s buddies all grinning

Red Clowns

Then the colors began to whirl Sky tipped Their high black gym shoes ran Sally, you lied, you lied He wouldn’t let me go He said I love you, I love you, Spanish girl

The Three Sisters

When you leave you must remember to come back for the others A circle, understand You will always be Esperanza You will always be Mango street You can’t erase what you know You can’t forget who you are

Alicia & I Talking on Edna’s steps

No, this isn’t my house I say and shake my head as if shaking could undo the year I’ve lived here

A House of My Own

Not a flat Not an apartment in back Not a man’s house Not a daddy’s A house all my own With my porch and my pillow, my pretty purple petunias My books and my stories My two shoes waiting beside the bed Nobody to shake a tick at Nobody’s garbage to pick up after

Only a house quiet as snow, a space for myself to go, clean as paper before the poem

Mango Says Goodbye Sometimes

They will not know I have gone away to come back For the ones I left behind For the ones who cannot out