We meet and the angels sing The angels sing the sweetest song I've ever heard You speak and the angels sing Or am I breathing music into every word?
must not wake up I just wanted to kiss you Look at you one more time To bring you with me Where I'm going... to sing] Maman t'aime, maman t'aime Maman
prison moons Are shattered by the sun. I walk a road, horizons change The tournaments begun. The purple piper plays his tune, The choir softly sing
kicks like that yo? it really does was it number one hell yo? it really was I got the swing the king is back in the ring ladies throw their brass when I start to sing
glades Wheezy summertime slowly fades Mummified grass Cloaked the lanes Faint ruddy brass Coloured the plains Deep in the haze A pristine race Is beginning to sing
and I will sing I want everything, everything I'd cure the cold and the traffic jam If there were floods, I'd give a dam I'd never sleep, I'd only sing
boy scream Going underground (Going underground) Well, the brass bands play and feet start to pound Going underground (Going underground) So let the boys all sing And the boys all shout for tomorrow Well, the brass
lion Burn the sacrifice of pride and ride on to Mount Zion 2x One pair of eyes; but see two different things One person cries while the other one sings
shape of a lion Burn the sacrifice of pride And ride on to Mount Zion One pair of eyes but see two different things One person cries while the other one sings
a lion Burn the sacrifice of pride And ride on to mount Zion One pair of eyes But see two different things One person cries While the other one sings
three four five a six horse for equality Vocal chamomile and wallabies I smoke lot like thought it be got me boomin' like ba-da-bing Rap don't gotta sing
to rest to switch hands and Now check it It a happened all too fast to ? fans Six mill-e-on ree-sons you should switch plans Like a wind brass, shoot
mother I like you and you like me too We?ll get a preacher, I?ll buy a ring We?ll hire a band with an accordion, violin And a tenor who can sing You
because the world is so big So maybe we should sing a song For all the children that Santa didn't visit Bless the child who has no tin soldier No brass
to letting go But something wouldn?t let me even though I hardly knew you It was plain to see we were meant to lock lips You knock me out with the brass
CRUDE OIL BLUES Writer Jerry Reed Well now, listen people let me tell you some news I'll sing a song called the crude oil blues We're low on heat .
hear it under the sea The newt play the flute The carp play the harp The plaice play the bass And they soundin' sharp The bass play the brass The chub
in the Mobil That's on the real deal, your credit's off, how you feel? Give me my meat back, now think back, you sing on four track Your mother's callin
