my name it's like a little prayer I'm down on my knees, I wanna take you there In the midnight hour I can feel your power Just like a prayer you know
Übersetzung: House of Wax Soundtrack. Gebet.
Übersetzung: Mad'House. Like A Prayer.
t wait Don't wait it's late Don't wait don't wait Don't wait don't wait don't wait don't wait Now I'm praying for strength To get one last try From mercy
(Julie Miller) Oh lord won't you come to me On my dying bed Let me from the book of life Hear my name be read Children listen to me now These words
A man can walk - a million miles And just be standing still He can close his heart - and believe - he is strong You were left - with a broken wing The
(Buddy and Julie Miller) Is that you my lord Is that you my lord Is that you my lord Talking to my heart I can hear a sound / over the waters I can
(Buddy Miller and Jim Lauderdale) This traveling on the inside Can be a harder journey Escaping from the dark side Unanswered questions burning Some
The earth can shake the sky come down The mountains all fall to the ground But I will fear none of these things Shelter me lord underneath your wings
man Children of abraham hagar and sara Sing a new song cheer the way for heaven Jesus endless praise to thee People better get down on you knees Pray pray
(Ira and Charlie Louvin) When burdens seem to overcome there's a higher power Whose faithful and refuses none there's a higher power Then why ask men
(Mark Heard) It's the demolition derby It's the sport of the hunt Proud tribe in full war-dance It's the slow smile that the bully gives the runt It
river to cross I have stumbled I have strayed You can trace the tracks I made All across the memories my heart recalls But I'm just a refugee won't you say a prayer
(Bob Dylan) Oh my name it is nothing' my age it means less The country I come from is called the midwest I was taught and brought up there the laws
call my name it's like a little prayer I'm down on my knees, I wanna take you there In the midnight hour I can feel your power Just like a prayer you
you hatin 'round I lay you down with about eighty rounds I'm the savage, young boss knock me, get knocked off pussy nigga - bye, bye I'm finna buy another house
be mad We?re not quite sure what we?ve had You won?t want to miss this part We?ll slip into our hunting hats and wait Around the house and when we pray
come home again nigga, aight! Teeth, neck, wrists all ice my lifes like Ridin' in Ca$hville runnin all stop lights (for real) Homie is that real, I pray
