沪江英乐讯    梦想如果有颜色，那也是自己一笔笔涂上去的吧。这首清新的小民谣讲述了一个在别人眼中古古怪怪的小孩子，是怎么孤独地在心里给一个又一个美妙的梦想涂上明亮的色彩。

Artist：Andy Burrows
Song：The Color Of My Dreams

I'm a really rotten reader, the worst in all the class,
The sort of rotten reader, that makes you want to laugh,
I'm last in all the reading tests, my scores not on the page,
When I read to teacher, she gets in such a rage.

She says I cannot form my words
She says I can't build up
And that I don't know phonics
And don't know "cat" from "cut"

They say than I'm dyslexic
That's a word they just found out
But when I get some plasticine
I know what that's about

I make these scary monsters
I draw these secret lands
I get my hair all sticky
And paint all on my hands

I make these super models
I build these smashing towers
They reach up to the ceiling
And take me hours and hours

She says I cannot form my words
She says I can't build up
And that I don't know phonics
And don't know "cat" from "cut"

They say than I'm dyslexic
That's a word they just found out
But when I get some plasticine
I know what that's about

I paint these lovely pictures
In thick green drippy paint
It gets on all the carpert
And makes the cleaners faint

I build great magic forests
Wee bushed out of string
And paint pink pandarellos
And birds thay really sing

She says I cannot form my words
She says I can't build up
And that I don't know phonics
And don't know "cat" from "cut"

They say than I'm dyslexic
That's a word they just found out
But when I get some plasticine
I know what that's about

I play my world of real believe
I play it every day
People stand and watch me
But don't know what to say

They give me diagnostic tests
And try out reading schemes
But none of them will ever know
The colour of my dreams