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Translate the highlighted words as you listen to the song
Nothin'
really
ends
For
things
to
stay
the
same
they
have
to
change
again
Hello
my
old
friend
You
change
your
name
but
not
the
ways
you
play
pretend
American
Requiem
Them
big
ideas
are
buried
here
Amen
It's
a
lot
of
talkin'
going
on
While
I
sing
my
song
Can
you
hear
me
?
I
said
'Do
you
hear
me?'
Looka
dere
looka
dere
now
Looka
dere
looka
dere
Looka-looka
looka
dere
looka
dere
Looka
-looka
looka
dere
looka
dere
Looka-looka
looka
dere
looka
dere
Looka-looka
looka
dere
looka
dere
It's
a
lotta
chatter
in
here
But
let
me
make
myself
clear
Can
you
hear
me?
Or
do
you
fear
me?
Can
we
stand
for
something
?
Now
is
the
time
to
face
the
wind
Coming
in
peace
and
love
y'all
A
lotta
takin'
up
space
Salty
tears
beyond
my
gaze
Can
you
stand
me?
Can
you
stand
me
?
Can
you
stand
me?
Can
you
stand
me?
Can
we
stand?
Can
you
stand
me?
Can
you
stand
me?
Can
you
stand
me?
Can
you
stand
with
me?
Can
we
stand
for
something?
Now
is
the
time
to
face
the
wind
Now
ain't
the
time
to
pretend
Now
is
the
time
to
let
love
in
Thinking
to
myself
It's
a
lot
of
talkin'
going
on
While
I
sing
my
song
Do
you
hear
me
when
I
say
?
Do
you
hear
me
when
I
say?
Looka
dere
looka
dere
Looka
look
Looka-looka-looka-looka-looka
Looka-looka
dere
looka
dere
L-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-looka
dere
Looka
dere
looka
dere
Looka
dere
looka
dere
Can
you
stand
me?
Can
you
stand
me?
Can
you
stand
me?
Can
you
stand
me
?
Can
you
stand
me?
Can
you
stand
me?
Can
we
stand
for
something
?
Now
is
the
time
to
face
the
wind
Now
ain't
the
time
to
pretend
Now
is
the
time
to
let
love
in
Together
can
we
stand?
Looka
dere
looka
in
my
hand
The
grandbaby
of
a
moonshine
man
Gadsden
Alabama
Got
folk
down
in
Galveston
rooted
in
Louisiana
Used
to
say
I
spoke
'Too
country'
And
the
rejection
came
said
'I
wasn't
country
'nough'
Said
I
wouldn't
saddle
up
but
If
that
ain't
country
tell
me
what
is
?
Plant
my
bare
feet
on
solid
ground
for
years
They
don't
don't
know
how
hard
I
had
to
fight
for
this
When
I sang
my
song
When
I sang
the
song
of
Abraham
When
the
angels
guide
and
take
my
hand
No
Goodbye
to
what
has
been
A
pretty
house
that
we
never
settled
in
A
funeral
for
fair-weather
friends
I
am
the
one
to
cleanse
me
of
my
Father's
sins
American
Requiem
Them
big
ideas
are
buried
here
Amen