When every song is sung When every bell's been rung When every picture's hung up I'll still love you When every wind has blown When every seed is sown
번역: 해리슨, 조지. 모든 노래는 성 때.
oh! This is not The Greatest Song in the World, no. This is just a tribute. Couldn't remember The Greatest Song in the World, no, no. This is a tribute
're seeing is a genius at work Which to me isn't work, so it's easy to misinterpret it at first, Cuz when i speak, it's tongue in cheek I'd gank my fuckin
male, recount-the-tale bullshit Can just destroy me 'Cause what we say is what we seek What we seek is what we get What we get is what we give I can
proud I know life is full of contradictions I'm tryna become a better man Prayin for redemption, each and every day (Hallelujah, as the choir sings) [Chorus Two: sung
's music to my ears But to you it's corrosive Like tryin to be patient When you're really impulsive The fat lady sung I interrupted the song Aimed my
when you hear a nigga that's real I feel 18 when I bust from the grill Because, if you keep it young, yo' song is always sung So, street life taught me
when this cruel thing is over, when this cruel thing is over, When this cruel thing is over when this cruel thing is over when this cruel thing is over when
know, he come as a man of peace He got sweet gift of gab, he got harmonious tongue He know every song of love that ever has been sung Good intentions
were coming to blows A man was saying something about children when they're young Being sacrificed that's why lullabies are being sung. The news of the day is
or a song Sleeping till it will be sung Our future lies unfolded Let's forget it when we've done us wrong After all you've put me through There is always
... W: No, wait, listen, this is the intro. Now that's the intro. Now you listen. Ha ha. W: Oh, I sung it, I sung it myself 'cause it's more original
stayed in close touch seems like we've always been together. We've sung the same song unchanged for so long seems like we've been singing it forever. When
. . . With a special song . . . That would always . . . see us through? Our lives without them might be . . . cold and bleak . . . Our favorite song is
in the day when I was younger. I fell in love bout every summer. And I would be calling up the radio. To dedicate my favorite song to her. And I sung
is an avid listener Every song's a favorite song and mics don't feedback All the reviewers say you need to go and see that And everybody claps 'cause everybody is
way I'm sorry if I disturbed the choir I guess, I'm doin' wrong But when my heart is filled with praise, I can't hold back a song I wonder if beyond
