Para descobrir o quanto o profano é sagrado! Now Ive heard there was a secret chord, That David played, and it pleased the Lord. But you dont really care for music, do ya? It goes like this, the fourth, the fifth. The minor fall, the major lift. The baffled king composing Hallelujah. Hallelujah, Hallelujah. Hallelujah, Hallelujah. Your faith was strong, but you needed proof. You saw her bathing on the roof. Her beauty, and the moonlight overthrew you. She tied you to a kitchen chair, She broke your throne, and she cut your hair. And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah. Hallelujah, Hallelujah. Hallelujah, Hallelujah. You say I took the name in vain. I dont even know the name. But if I did, well really, whats it to ya? Theres a blaze of light in every word. It doesnt matter which ya heard. The holy or the broken Hallelujah. Hallelujah, Hallelujah. Hallelujah, Hallelujah. I did my best, it wasnt much. I couldnt feel, so I tried to touch. Ive told the truth, I didnt come to fool ya. And even though it all went wrong, Ill stand before the Lord of Song, With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah. Hallelujah, Hallelujah. Hallelujah, Hallelujah. Hallelujah, Hallelujah. Hallelujah, Hallelujah...
Posted on: Sun, 11 Jan 2015 19:22:39 +0000
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