Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion Chapter 863 - 618 Street-side Singing3

Applause!

Zhang Zilin and many other audience mbers clapped their hands.

Zhou Xun looked over at Zhang Zilin in front of her, noticing her height over 1.8 ters and her pair of fair, long legs, and she couldn't help but curl her lips, just about to ask Xia Yu if she knew who that 'tall girl' was when a clear and pleasant singing voice ca through the speakers.

If you miss the train I'm on

If you miss the train I'm on

You will know that I am gone

You will know that I am gone

You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles

You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles away

A hundred miles, a hundred miles

A hundred miles, a hundred miles

...

"Damn! This sounds so good, this guy sings English songs this well too?"

Xia Yu couldn't help but exclaim.

Gao Yuanyuan and Zhou Xun were also surprised as they watched Link. There are many Chinese singers who can sing English songs, but no matter how hard they try to imitate, they sound like Chinese singing, lacking the original flavor.

But when Link sang in English, he didn't simply imitate the original artist. He had his own style, his own understanding and emotions for the song, and his English pronunciation was very Arican. If you closed your eyes, you would never guess it was a Chinese singer performing.

"He sings so well in both Chinese and English, why doesn't he beco a singer?"

Xia Yu sighed.

"He is an athlete, bringing honor to his country, isn't that great?"

His girlfriend Yuan Quan said.

"It is great, it's just a pity for him and the music fans. If soone like him entered the music industry, a lot of singers would be out of work."

Xia Yu said.

Zhou Xun nodded and took out her phone to start recording.

Lord I'm five hundred miles away from ho

Oh Lord, I'm five hundred miles away from ho

Not a shirt on my back

Not a shirt on my back

Not a penny to my na

Not a penny to my na

Lord I can't go back ho this a-way

Oh Lord, this way I can't go back ho

This a-way, this a-way

This way, this way

This a-way, this a-way

This way, this way

Link continued to strum the guitar. As the lyrics of the song were rather lancholic and oppressive, his voice also beca somber, with a trace of sadness and grief, even his deep eyes exuding a touch of sorrow.

The audience at the scene, who had been whispering to each other, were silenced by Link's voice and seed to clearly feel his sorrow.

"...."

And sitting next to Link, Zhao Lei felt it even more deeply. He left high school to beco an underground singer, naturally his family did not agree, and he had several big argunts with his parents over it.

The last ti he left ho, he swore that he would make a na for himself before returning.

But now, he's still wandering the streets, wearing dirty t-shirts, not a penny in his pocket, going hungry after one al and not knowing where the next al would co from, sleeping in underpasses at night.

Lord I can't go back ho this a-way

Oh Lord, this way I can't go back ho

This a-way, this a-way

This way, this way

This a-way, this a-way

This way, this way

Lord I can't go back ho this a-way

Oh Lord, this way I can't go back ho

....

Zhao Lei and many other "drifters" from the North who had been away from ho for years were moved to tears by this song, with several emotional girls already in tears.

If you miss the train I'm on

If you miss the train I'm on

You will know that I am gone

You will know that I am gone

You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles

You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles away

Ding ding ding—Bang!

After finishing the song, Link strumd the guitar strings a few tis to end the song and placed his palm on the strings.

"Thank you!"

Applause! Applause!

The audience outside, numbering in the hundreds, clapped in unison, and many shouted for another song.

"No more, it's getting dark, everyone should head back early and not worry their families. Goodbye!"

Link took off his guitar and handed it to Zhao Lei, then reached out to pull Zhang Zilin away.

"Wait! Your money."

Zhao Lei yelled with the guitar case, in just a mont, the case had unknowingly filled with a pile of banknotes, amounting to a few hundred.

"It's your money."

Link said with a smile.