You're hiding something 'Cause it's burning through your eyes I try to get it out But all I hear from you are lies And I can tell you're going through
shouting on the hills of glory Shouting on the hills shouting on the hills There'll be shouting on the hills of glory There'll be shouting on the hills
Traduction: Kim, M. Hill. Gloire à vous.
Traduction: New Found Glory. Tous Down Hill.
Traduction: The Stanley Brothers. Crier Sur les hauteurs de la gloire.
got load to love, but I want one more child. There's a mansion on the hill Psychedelic music fills the air Peace and love live there still In that mansion on the hill
I got load to love, but I want one more child. There's a mansion on the hill Psychedelic music fills the air Peace and love live there still In that mansion on the hill
in his glory Every legend tells of conquest and liberty Don't let no one get you down Keep movin' on higher ground Keep flying until You are the king of the hill
Corcovado parted the sky And through the darkness On us he shined Crucified in stone Still his blood is my own Glory behold all my eyes have seen
who will be Alters are burning The flames far and wide The fool has crossed over From the other side They tip their caps From the top of the hill You
. They started up Iwo Jima Hill, 250 men But only 27 lived to walk back down that hill again And when the fight was over and the old glory raised One
's if you can deal with! We take it to 'em runnin' nothin' but realness! Surely livin' in the life, it's for the thrills. We went up and over the hill
Him; Heaven's star shone brightly forth Glory all around Him. Shepherds saw the wondrous sight, Heard the angels singing; All the plains were lit that night, All the hills
Saints and angels sing And Saints and Saints and angels sing Joy to the world, the Saviour reigns Let Saints their songs employ While fields and floods Rocks, hills
and nature sing, And Heaven, and Heaven, and nature sing. Joy to the World, the Savior reigns! Let men their songs employ; While fields and floods, rocks, hills
heaven and nature sing And heaven and heaven and nature sing Joy to the earth the Savior reigns let men their songs employ While fields and floods rocks hills
just grow sweeter with the years Mem'ries of my childhood are as sweet as mountain honey And as fresh as a dew on morning glory vines I grew up surrounded
Man stands in all his glory Sitting at the crossroads of the same old story Man got his make-up, wears it like a mask Hides inside a child, lives inside
