The Singer (Or the Song) 歌词

In a small café On a crowded night In a spot of light Stands the singer, Then band begins And the beat is strong And the room belongs To the singer, All the people turn to hear The sad refrain And catch the cry of pain That's in her song But in her haunted face And in her searching eyes There's sign that something's wrong Now the eager crowd Hangs on every word But the sounds are slurred by the singer Till the people feel every aching part Of the broke heart of the singer Still the song goes on About a love she knew That seemed so sure and true But turned out wrong And from the tears she shows Nobody really knows Is she the singer or the song? Is she the singer or the song? As the sad song ends She hits the final note It catches in her throat But comes out strong And as she bows and goes Nobody really knows Was she the singer or the song? Was she the singer or the song? lalada lalada etc