Lyrics:
street
Near where the chartered Thames does flow
A mark in every face I meet
Marks of weakness, marks of woe
In every cry of every man
In every infant's
Fill de burgès, nen sense sostre,
tots els infants són com el vostre.
Fill de creient o fill d'ateu,
tots els infants són com el teu.
Un mateix plor,
Let us the Infant greet,
In worship before Him fall,
And let us pay Him homage meet,
On this His Festival.
Let us to the Infant sing,
There's no place beneath the sky, the voice will never arise
That could sing of my love, for my dear infant eyes
Infant eyes, you are my own
Without
Sweet dreams, form a shade
O'er my lovely infant's head.
Sweet dreams of pleasant streams
By happy, silent, moony beams.
Sweet Sleep, with soft
Sweet dreams, form a shade
O'er my lovely infant's head.
Sweet dreams of pleasant streams
By happy, silent, moony beams.
Sweet Sleep, with soft down
"This Infant is enthroned in straw
His palace is this stable floor
His head is crowned in lantern light
This cowshed is his heart's delight
In every cry of every man
In every infant's cry of fear
In every voice in every ban
The mind forged manacles I hear
In every cry of every man
In
yo' opinion
Makin' a name, that's indefinite (Indefinite)
She callin' me baby, no infant bitch (Nahh)
Lean in my bottle, that infant shit
Me and my
I remember our infant life
Our we play together
I remember our infant life
Our we play together
So many promises
We living our dreams
The best thing
sickness】恐怖に
【fatal sickness】嘆いて
【fatal sickness】神に
【fatal sickness】さぁ祈ろう
【gracile infant】君は
【gracile infant】無邪気に
【gracile infant】笑う
【gracile infant
the horizon adorning
Guide where our infant Redeemer was laid
Vainly we offer each ample oblation
Vainly with gifts would His favor secure
Richer by far
In every cry of every man
In every infant's cry of fear
In every voice in every ban
The mind forged manacles I hear
In every cry of every man
In
the chip dip
With that nacho cheese, mixed with the Bisquick
Ho ya Betta not blink or you miss it, its the
Guns drugs n money for the infants
Its the Guns
to west
Built on the banks of the tees
Infant Hercules, he made the town we know today
Smoke and fire, and shipyards and the steelworks paved the way
homie, hurry up and buy
And they soul up for sale, soul, soul up for sale
Who that on your phone, collect callin' from hell
Need a plug (Call infant)
For
every cry of every man
In every infant's cry of fear
In every voice, in every ban
The mind-forged manacles I hear:
How the chimney-sweeper's cry
Every
sorrow's share?
Can a father see his child
Weep, nor be with sorrow filled?
Can a mother sit and hear an infant groan?
Can a mother sit and hear an infant
every cry of every man
In every infant's cry of fear
In every voice in every ban
The mind forged manacles I hear
Lost our purpose
Killed our true faith
Sweet dreams, form a shade o´er my lovely infant`s head
Sweet dreams of pleasant streams by happy, silent moony beams
Sweet sleep, with soft down
to be me
Sometimes I feel that
I'm the shadow of nothing
Infant I was inflammed
Sometimes I try to convince myself that there's a spark inside of me
Just
Quan penso en la vida i miro endavant,
recordo aquella mirada d'infant
uns ulls ben oberts al món,
somriure innocent,
mans plenes de somnis llunyans.
to read.
So I sit there and I peed.
Then Infant got the A+.
And I got sick 'cause the dust.
I got Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicavolcanoconiosis.
You don't
a father see his child
Weep, nor be with sorrow fill'd?
Can a mother sit and hear
An infant groan an infant fear?
No, no! never can it be!
Never, never can
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