I hear a voice so sweet and low the voice in the old village choir It sings to me of long ago the voice in the old village choir In dreams I drift through
译文: 埃迪阿诺德. 声音在旧村合唱团.
Gus Kahn - Hosea Woods) I hear a voice so sweet and low The voice in the old village choir It sings to me of long ago The voice in the old village choir
crying, the darkness multiplying, The weary hearts denied. All I feel is my heartbeat, Beating like a drum, Beating with confusion. All I hear are the voices
Malaika Angel Malaika, nakupenda Malaika. Angel, I love you Angel. Malaika, nakupenda Malaika. Angel, I love you Angel. Nami nifanyeje, kijana mwenzio
Believe in the Lord And you will be saved There?s hope and promise in Heaven Just believe and you?ll be saved Repeat
Bayethe, bayethe uyinkonyma yakwa juda, uyinhloko yebandla, u alpha no omega, isicalo nesiphetfo, (repeat 4*) uthico omkhulu osezulwini, yena ulikhakha
Amazing grace! How sweet the sound That saved a wretch like me! I once was lost, but now am found; Was blind, but now I see. ?Twas grace that taught
THINA SIMNQOBILE (We have overcome the Devil) He?s fleeing away We have overcome him We have overcome him By the blood of the Lamb We have overcome
, the darkness multiplying, The weary hearts denied. All I feel is my heartbeat, Beating like a drum, Beating with confusion. All I hear are the voices
African... Thula thul, thula baba, thula sana, Thul'u babuzo ficka, eku seni. (repeat) Kukh'in khan-yezi, zi-holel' u baba, Zim-khan yi-sela indlel'
sikulandile ma sikulandile yho x3 woza makoti sikulandile x 4 sfuni sizwe lakho si ko landele eksweni x3
Come with me down paradise road. This way please I'll carry your load. This you must believe. Come with me to paradise sky. Look outside and open your
can feel your power Just like a prayer, you know, I'll take you there I hear your voice, it's like an angel sighing I have no choice, I hear your voice
music there it was hauntingly familiar And I see you doing what I try to do for me With the words of a poet and the voice of a choir And a melody, nothing
a motherfuckin' centerfold to Maxim. Open to my page and admire my desire, Frequent flyer I aspire to retire, My voice stands alone even if I'm with the choir
old beat The shoe-shine boy slappin' leather He puts the rhythm in your feet Strollin' by the churchyard List'nin' to the Sunday choir With voices rising
back. (Wake up) [Outro: Everybody + Choir + (Floetry -- 1st 4-Natalie Stewart, 2nd 4-Marsha Ambrosius)] Wake up everybody, no more sleepin' (As life rolls on, lift your head; lift your voice