Like a bird sweeping across the sky In spite of broken wings, The sun still brighter Despite the night, The sweet smell of lily of the valley Under a thick blanket of concrete pavement, Heartbeat Taken out of my chest. . .
środa, 22 czerwca 2011
JOAN BAEZ Oh,Freedom ( a capella)
Oh, freedom, oh, freedom,
Oh freedom over me.
And before I'd be a slave
I'd buried in my grave
And go home to my lord and be free ...
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