to give them second birth Hark! The herald angels sing "Glory to the newborn King" Hark! The herald angels sing "Glory to the newborn King" Hark! The
1. Horch was kommt von drauaen 'rein Hollahi hollaho! Wird wohl mein Feinsliebchen sein; hollahiaho! Geht vorbei und schaut nicht 'rein hollahi hollaho
more may die: With th' angelic host proclaim, "Christ is born in Bethlehem." Hark! the herald angels sing, "Glory to the newborn King!" Charlie: Hark
"Hark the herald", angels sing Glory to the newborn King Peace on earth and mercy mild God and sinners reconciled Joyful all ye nations rise Join the
more may die Born to raise the sons of earth Born to give them second birth Hark! The herald angels sing "Glory to the newborn King" Hark! The herald
I ran into an old friend of mine the other day We hadn't seen each other for quite a while What he had to say to me hit me pretty hard 'Cause I think
I used to wake and run with the moon I lived like a rake and a young man I covered my lovers with flowers and wounds My laughter, the devil would frighten
join the triumph of the skies. With angelic host proclaim: "Christ is born in Bethlehem!" Hark! The herald angels sing: "Glory to the newborn King!" Hark
Gloria, gloria, gloria, gloria Gloria, gloria, gloria, gloria Hark the herald angels sing Glory to the new born King Peace on Earth and mercy mild God
Think; think you better think twice- Better think, think think about it twice- You better think about it twice I don?t know but before you hit the door
Verse 1: Hark the herald angels sing Glory to the newborn King Peace on earth and mercy mild God and sinners reconciled Joyful, all ye nations raise
We choose skin to refine It shows in good time Rake it, you cut inside of me Grind it, you pick apart again (Boy) Fight it, you never 'sume to face (
Tears me apart inside I know I do it too You can run but you can't hide Deep down I find you So it seems it's no big deal We don't think about it much
believed to be a revolution but to most just a style superiority at others exclusion disdain for those defiled just another form of segregation, emboldened
Hark! The Herald Angels sing Glory to the new born king Peace on earth and merry mild God and sinners reconciled Joyful all ye nations rise Join the triumph
Stand on both feet, hold my own, No gun, no way to make a mark, Impressed, obsessed with people dying, No choice for you, good deaths a blessing, Open
Don't think I can't feel there's something wrong You've been the sweetest part of my life so long I look in your eyes, there's a distant light And you