The House I Live In - Frank Sinatra (法兰克·辛纳屈)/Bing Crosby (本·考斯比)/Fred Waring & The Pennsylvanians
Written by：Earl Robins/L. Allan
What is America to me
A name a map or flag I see
A certain word democracy
What is America to me
The house I live in
A plot of earth the street
The grocer and the butcher
And the people that I meet
The children in the playground
The faces that I see
All races and religions
That's America to me
The place I work in
The worker by my side
The little town or city
Where my people lived and died
The howdy and the handshake
The air a feeling free
And the right to speak my mind out
That's America to me
The things I see about me
The big things and the small
That little corner newsstand
And the house a mile tall
The wedding and the churchyard
The laughter and the tears
And the dream that's been a growing
For a hundred and eighty years
The town I live in
The street the house the room
The pavement of the city
Or a garden all in bloom
The church the school the clubhouse
The millions lights I see
For especially the people
That's America to me
Give Me Your Tired, Your Poor - Frank Sinatra (法兰克·辛纳屈)/Bing Crosby (本·考斯比)/Fred Waring & The PennsylvaniansGive me your tired your poorYour huddled masses yearning to breathe free...