Contactez-nous

• Artiste: Besides Daniel
• Titre: Learn to Unlearn
Assurez-vous que les corrections sont tout à fait exactes
S'il vous plaît, les mettez en évidence en quelque sorte!
Vous pouvez, par exemple, écrire
INCORRECT: avant la mauvaise ligne
CORRECT: avant la correspondant ligne correcte
Autrement, nous ne pouvons les corriger pas! Merci pour votre aide.
Have you ever peeked at the end of a story? Well, I have, too. And it feels like the pages are getting thinner in my right hand. And there is a script someone has to read from, I'm not that boy. I've learned that unlearning just might be the best thing that we could all do. And the clothes that I wear, And the news that I hear, And the way that we stare, Pain relief from our fears, And all the neon lights, And all of the passer's by, And (???) eyes. And in a church that denies all of the warning eyes, I can feel it rising I can feel it rising I can feel it rising I can feel it rising I can feel it rising I can feel it rising I can feel it rising I can feel it rising There's a horse that I ride, And I hold on real tight, 'Cause he goes where he likes, But I don't have to think twice, Cause he feeds(??) me at night, And he stays by my side, In the thick of the fight, Only bombs for our light, I can feel it rising. There was a man who boarded a ship and he headed west. And before he knew it, The crew was rewarded with plundered goods. And the man started thinking, As all of the gold it was passed around, "You know, I should be thankful that Jesus decided to bless me this way." And the man had a son who Got all of the things that he wanted. And he learned to be thankful, cause all he knew was that he was well-fed. I can feel it rising I can feel it rising I can feel it rising I can feel it rising I can feel it rising I can feel it rising I can feel it rising I can feel it rising And the clothes that I wear, And the smell of my hair, And the books that I read And the news on TV, And the end to this song, Somehow everything's wrong. When in the pink morning sky, I can feel something rise. Can you feel it rising? Can you feel it rising? Can you feel it rising? Can you feel it rising? Can you feel it rising? Can you feel it rising? Can you feel it rising? Can you feel it rising? And the pages we'll turn, And we'll learn to unlearn, And the weapons of war, We won't need anymore, When the hungry are fed, When the poor have their bed, When the strong will lay down, And the weak will resound, I can feel it rising.