العيش من اجل المدينه

العيش من اجل المدينه " Living for the City " هيا أغنيه منفرده من سنة 1973 للمغنى ستيفى وندر من ألبومه Innervisions . وصلت للمركز الثامن على مخطط Billboard Hot 100 و المركز الاولانى على مخطط R&amp;B . صنفت مجلة رولينج ستون الأغنية فى المرتبة 104 على قائمتها لسنة 2004 " لأعظم 500 أغنية ".

 القصه 
يولد طفل ذكى فى عيلة سوداء محبة فى ولاية ميسيسيبى ، فيكبر و هو يعانى من الفقر والتمييز لما يرى والديه المخلصين اوى يعملو بجد لساعات طويله بأجر منخفض اوى فى الوقت نفسه يكافحان بشده علشان رعاية أطفالهما بشكل صحيح.
 العازفين 
 ستيفى وندر - غناء رئيسي، غناء خلفي، فيندر رودس ، طبول، جيتار باس موغ ، سينثسايزر تونتو ، تصفيق 
 مالكولم سيسيل – برمجة المُركِّب 
 روبرت مارغوليف - برمجة المُركِّب 
 كالفن هاردواى (شقيق وندر)؛ إيرا تاكر جونيور؛ ظابط بوليس نيو يورك؛ المحامى جوناثان فيجودا - أصوات تانيه 
 كلمات الاغنيه 
 A boy is born in hard time Mississippi
 Surrounded by four walls that ain't so pretty
 His parents give him love and affection
 To keep him strong, moving in the right direction
 Living just enough, just enough for the city
 His father works some days for fourteen hours
 And you can bet, he barely makes a dollar
 His mother goes to scrub the floors for many
 And you'd best believe, she hardly gets a penny
 Living just enough, just enough for the city
 His sister's black, but she is sho'nuff pretty
 Her skirt is short, but Lord her legs are sturdy
 To walk to school, she's got to get up early
 Her clothes are old, but never are they dirty
 Living just enough, just enough for the city
 Her brother's smart, he's got more sense than many
 His patience's long, but soon he won't have any
 To find a job is like a haystack needle
 'Cause where he lives they don't use colored people
 Living just enough, just enough for the city, yeah
 Everybody, city, yeah
 (Living just enough for the city, whoa) Ain't nothin' but the city
 (Living just enough for the city, whoa) Everybody, city, yeah
 (Living just enough for the city, whoa) Ain't nothin' but the city
 (Living just enough for the city, whoa) Living for the city, yeah
 (Living just enough, for the city, whoa) The funky, cryin' city
 (Living just enough, for the city, whoa) Living for the city
 Ain't nothin' but the city
 (Living just enough, for the city, whoa) Everybody clap you hand together now
 (Living just enough, for the city, whoa) For the city
 (Living just enough, for the city, whoa) For the city, yeah, yeah
 (Living just enough, for the city, whoa)
 (Living just enough, for the city, whoa)
 The bus for New York City!
 Hey bus driver, I'm getting on that, hold it
 Thanks a lot
 Wow, New York, just like I pictured it
 Skyscrapers and everything
 Psst, hey, hey brother, hey come here slick
 Hey you look, you look hip man
 Hey, you wanna make yourself five bucks, man?
 Yeah, brother
 Look here, run this across the street for me right quick
 Okay, run this across the street for me
 What? (Up against that goddamn car!) Huh? (Let's go)
 I didn't know, what?
 Gimme your hands up, you punk
 I'm just going across the street
 Put that leg up, shut your mouth
 Hell no, what did I do?
 Okay, turn around, turn around
 Put your hands behind your back, let's go, lets go
 A jury of your peers having found you guilty, ten years
 What?
 Come on, come on, get in that cell, nigger
 God, Lord
 His hair is long, his feet are hard and gritty
 He spends the life walking the streets of New York City
 He's almost dead from breathing in air pollution
 He tried and fought, but to him there's no solution
 Living just enough, just enough for the city (yeah, yeah, yeah)
 I hope you hear inside my voice of sorrow
 And that it motivates you to make a better tomorrow
 This place is cruel, nowhere could be much colder
 If we don't change, the world will soon be over
 Living just enough, stop giving just enough for the city

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