and believe Sing a song, it'll make a way Sing a song Sing a song Sing a song Sing a song If you sing a song a day You will make a better way Yeah,
sing a song Everybody sing a song Sing a song Sing a song Sing a song Sing a song Sing a song Sing a song Sing a song Sing a song
believe Sing a song, it'll make a way Sing a song Sing a song Sing a song Sing a song If you sing a song a day You will make a better way Yeah, yeah
Traduzione: Point of Grace. Sing A Song.
like knowing the game in a sense Bring me down, with so much grace it brings a tear to my eye Blinded by your own self urgency, what?s the fucking point
(Emmylou Harris) O Evangeline you been gone so long And for a time it seemed Every road you took turned wrong But a second chance would come With each
You don't look in the mirror anymore these days It's hard to look into yourself sometimes You made your point You made it a point to think "Maybe we
ridin', It's too late to find a way, to get away, oh just a little, oh just a little too late, Dead stocks with hunting grace, and with a shaman heara
the fuck, motherfucker I thought you were going to sing the song of Perry Comoz Fuck you B.A. come here - I need a drink [B.A.] Hey yo B.A. the biggest
A million to one, take a shot Lose it all, not a lot Dig it in, facing east Mind your armor, love the least Sing the song of the brave Bring a saving
health piss upon a building like a dog in training teach to heel or holler yodel on a sing song down upon the carpet Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker) fire
A man conceived a moment's answers to the dream. Staying the flowers daily, sensing all the themes. As a foundation left to create the spiral aim, A movement
to the grace of God Sometimes it's like I'm playing Gameboy standing in the middle of the Grand Canyon I'm eating candy sittin' at a gourmet feast I'm wading in a
favorite songs. This was a difficult song lyrically. I struggled for some time with the chorus. Not writing it, mind you, just accepting that it was "ok" to sing
a nice "Hi!" A nice "Hi!" but especially a big "Thanks". Ma mere qui a, Ma mere qui a ecrit ma premiere chanson Et c'est grace a ma mere si tout a
upon a building like a dog in training teach to heel or holler yodel on a sing song down upon the carpet fire on the carpet set the house ablazing
Oh, yeah, yeah My doll, oh Da, da, re Oh Evangeline, you've been gone so long And for a time it seemed every road you took turned wrong But a second
song, before my heart had time to hush it! Smell of a stone fruit being cut and being opened Smell of a low and of a lazy cinder smoking And when the