Musica de Alan Shulman del Genero: Lyrics Todos los artistas y cantantes de música de Lyrics son individuos talentosos y apasionados que dedican su vida a crear y compartir su arte con el mundo. Su música de Alan Shulman tiene el poder de emocionarnos, inspirarnos y conectarnos a un nivel profundo. En este blog FoxMusicaDe, exploraremos el mundo de los artistas y cantantes de música del genero Lyrics, destacando su dedicación, creatividad y contribuciones a la cultura.
Los artistas y cantantes de música tienen la capacidad única de expresar sus emociones y experiencias a través de su voz y talento musical. A través de sus letras y melodías, nos llevan a un viaje emocional y nos permiten conectarnos con nuestras propias emociones.
Además de su talento musical, los artistas y cantantes son verdaderos profesionales en su campo. Trabajan arduamente para perfeccionar su
[Verse 1]
All night I've wrestled Jacob's angel
And prayed with Matthew, Luke, and John
Struggling to find the words to face the task
That comes upon the blood red dawn
[Verse 2]
I've buried men before their time
Alcohol and blackened lung
But how to bury seven of these
Appalachian miners' sons
Who stormed the beaches wave-one-wave
And sailed home to these rocky graves
And family plots that bare their names
[Chorus]
Tomorrow I'll walk up sеven hillsides
Tremblе before my flock on seven hillsides
Seven sorrows, seven sons, seven mothers and every one
Turned to me for the word of God, what does this mean?
And there I'll stand, good book in hand
A shepherd to these precious lambs
What will I say, what will I say?
What can I say?
[Verse 3]
To tell the truth, I've never thought much
About the will of God before
When called to preach at seventeen
I was in love with fiery words and not much more
[Verse 4]
The time has come to keep the faith
For others shattered by their loss
Remind them of the loving God
Whose son, like theirs, paid the cost
To save a sad and wicked world
Through sacrifice our love is heard
And pray that I believe those words
[Chorus]
Tomorrow I'll walk up seven hillsides
Tremble before my flock on seven hillsides
Seven sorrows, seven sons, seven mothers and every one
Turned to me for the word of God, what does this mean?
And there I'll stand, good book in hand
A shepherd to these precious lambs
What will I say, what will I say?
What can I say?