歌词
This is your chance to write for your own people!
I'm not Chinese
Your father was from Shanghai
My father
My father, was strong. He was tough
Full of pride
He turned his back on his past as he tried
To belong in America
To be free in America
So at home we spoke English alone
Chinese New Year was strange and unknown
Because I'm an American
I am free in America
And your father never came back?
Shanghai has changed so much!
We're building a theater inside Fuxing Park!
Wait, when he got sick, Dad kept talking about a place called Fuxing Park
10,000 trees
He said it was his favorite spot
Or maybe more
As a kid
Shaded paths that seem to stretch to the sea
The place where he felt free
Free
With couples dancing
Ballroom dancing
Shaded meadows for practicing Tai Chi
So free
He said in his whole life it was the only place he could just be himself
So what happened to your father over here?
He became a big success
My father
My father wore a suit. The finest he could buy
The banker Mr. Henry Hwang
But every now and then, there'd be some passing guy
Who muttered the same old song:
"Ching chong! Ching chong! Ching chong!"
David, I think you want to work in China!
10,000 trees
Yes, you are dutiful
Or maybe more
You are Chinese
Shaded paths that seem to stretch to the sea
You are Chinese
The place where he felt free
Free
Free
Fuxing Park
Fuxing Park
Fuxing Park
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