Translation: Vienna Boys Choir. Angels We Have Heard On High.
us adore him O come let us adore him Christ, the Lord Sing choirs of angels O sing in exultation, mmm Sing all ye citizens From Heaven above Angels we have heard
Angels we have heard on high Sweetly singing o'er the plains, And the mountains in reply Echoing their joyous strains. Gloria, in excelsis Deo! Gloria
their frozen world Come and be my lover If only for one stolen moment We will live forever, forever, yeah Warm and lovely mystery, can you hear the choir
whatever betide me. Got an angel to guide me. So I'm on my way to Heaven. Soon I'll hear the bells ring out, And the choir will sing out, When the
I'm the Preacher Man" We hear the word, we hear your voice We know there really isn't any other choice Head f' heaven t'day (We're on the gospel train
in their frozen world, come and be my lover If only for one stolen moment, we will live forever Warm and lovely mystery, can you hear the choir? But
to see the body preserved inside this grin Sewn in the lips were her last words I'll be damned, I can still hear her laughing Your angels have tangled
Angels we have heard on high Sweetly singing o'er the plains And the mountains in reply Echoing their joyous strains Shepherds, why this jubilee? Why
you' When we're floating So far up above Everyone else's lives Are intertwined With yours and mine I hope They find the joy That we have found She tells
. Finn) the firelight plays on me the choir ignites behind me the rising voice of discontent all the guardian angels you can bang the drum look what we
hears a male voice choir singing Billy come home Billy, Billy, come home Come on home [Californian Weirdo:] "I don't like fish." [Jim:] "You are listening to KAOS here in Los Angeles
right there when that gangsta started cryin Twisted and wired, gun-mouth 4 hire The game that we it accept all liars Fears and desires, no court room choirs
Angels we have heard on high Sweetly singing o'er the plain And the mountains in reply Echoing their sweet refrain Gloria, in excelsis Deo Gloria, in
Angels we have on heard high Sweetly singing o're the plains And the mountains in reply Echoing their joyous strains Gloria in excelsis Deo Gloria in
We can dive through the air like a flying trapeze We can turn double somersaults, bounce on a tire We can run up a wall, we
angels sing 'Paste the Lord' That was the Armley tabernacle choir. Next we'll be hearing the true story of an American housewife who claims to have taken
