On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross,. the emblem of suffering and shame;. and I love that old cross where the dearest and best. for a world of lost sinners was slain..
Me, I'm just a singer, though I may be well known. The truth is I'd be nothing without the power of a song. I've been blessed with fame and fortune, oh, but in the end.
Precious Lord, take my hand. Lead me on, help me stand. I am tired,. I am weak,. I am worn. Through the storm, through the night. Lead me on to the light.
If you got up this morning. And you went to work today, this song's for you. And if you put eight honest hours in. For eight hours worth of pay, this song's for you.
She was a wild young Mustang, no bridle, no reigns. Full of fire and spirit inside. The last of a rare breed, born to run free. The horse nobody could ride.
Not planning our day around a TV set. Paying our bills and staying out of debt. That's important to me. That's important to me. . Opening the windows and letting in air.
So I put too much emphasis on the past. But I always thought it would last, the test of time. But how could I not see all of the signs. Like how she'd be leaving, out creeping, out sleeping.
My heart, feels like rain. But I can't explain this funny shining. This is me, missing you. . Oh wow, all my day can't concentrate. Ain't no use trying.
Take me off the market. Put me in your arms instead. So you're scared of commitment. Come on act like a man. . Take me off the market. Make me your woman.
Late news breakin', this just in. . Tonight, there was a power cut in the city of madness. And all conversations died in the burst of a solar flare. In the darkness an angel won the beauty pageant.
Well, it was a techno D-day out on Omaha beach. I was a reserved D.J. playing Columbian mountain beats. Andres Landero, ay mi sombrero. Hold onto your hats, we gotta go.
This is the day, that the Lord has made. I will rejoice and be glad in it. This is the day, that the Lord has made. I will rejoice and be glad in it. .
Everybody gather 'round. The Bronx Bombers are back in town. The Bronx Bombers are back in town. So everybody gather 'round. . It's good to know that the boys are back.
Coming down, all around. You know these tears are falling down. Tears of a clown. I've seen it before. A heart's been there. But you keep on searching out, searching for more.
These kids trapped in a struggle and. Don't know where they're heading, no. A head full of trouble is all that they're getting. And nobody knows the suffering they go through.
First your mama and your papa. Sent you to the finest school. Never let it be said. That their little darlin' was a fool. . So, with a credit card in your good name.