Contactez-nous

• Artiste: Hypecriticle Bliss
• Titre: The Man Comes Around
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.
(Johnny Cash Cover) "And I heard as it were the noise of thunder One of the four beasts saying come and see and I saw And behold a white horse" There's a man going around taking names and he decides Who to free and who to blame every body won't be treated Quite the same there will be a golden ladder reaching down When the man comes around The hairs on your arm will stand up at the terror in each Sip and each sup will you partake of that last offered cup Or disappear into the potter's ground When the man comes around Hear the trumpets hear the pipers one hundred million angels singing Multitudes are marching to a big kettledrum Voices calling and voices crying Some are born and some are dying Its alpha and omegas kingdom come And the whirlwind is in the thorn trees The virgins are all trimming their wicks The whirlwind is in the thorn trees It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks Till Armageddon no shalam no shalom Then the father hen will call his chicken's home The wise man will bow down before the thorn and at his feet They will cast the golden crowns When the man comes around Whoever is unjust let him be unjust still Whoever is righteous let him be righteous still Whoever is filthy let him be filthy still Listen to the words long written down When the man comes around Hear the trumpets hear the pipers one hundred million angels singing Multitudes are marching to a big kettledrum Voices calling and voices crying Some are born and some are dying Its alpha and omegas kingdom come And the whirlwind is in the thorn trees The virgins are all trimming their wicks The whirlwind is in the thorn trees It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks In measured hundred weight and penny pound When the man comes around "And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts And I looked and behold, a pale horse And his name that sat on him was Death And Hell followed with him."