Tác giả: Chưa Biết
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Carol Kim
Amazing Grace! how sweet the sound. That saved a wretch like me. I once was lost, but now am found. Was blind but now I see. 'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear. And grace my fears relieved. How precious did that.
Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Sixpence None The Richer
I knew a song that played in me. It seems I've lost the melody. So, please, Lord, give it back to me. Oh, please, Lord, give it back to me. Years in the desert with no drink. Strike a rock and make it bleed. And please,
Tác giả: Eagles
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Chưa Biết
Out in the shiny night. The rain was softly falling. The tracks that ran down the boulevard had all been washed away. Out of the silver light. The past came softly calling. And I remember the times we spent inside the.
Tác giả: Tina Arena
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Chưa Biết
There you go. Flashing fever from your eyes. Hey babe come over here and shut them tight. I'm not denying. We're flying above it all. Hold my hand don't let me fall. You've such amazing grace. I've never felt this way.
Tác giả: Carrie Underwood & Brett James & Chris DeStefano
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Carrie Underwood
He said, "I've been where you've been before. Down every hallway's a slamming door. No way out, no one to come and save me. Wasting a life that the Good Lord gave me. Then somebody said what I'm saying to you. Opened my.
Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Brad Paisley
When your wheelhouse is the land of cotton, the first time you leave it can be strange, it can be shocking Not everybody drives a truck, not everybody drinks sweet tea. Not everybody owns a gun, wears a ball cap boots and.
Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Brandon Heath
I wish you could see me now. I wish I could show you how. I'm not who I was. I used to be mad at you. A little on the hurt side too. But I'm not who I was. I found my way around. To forgiving you some time ago. But I.
Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Elton John
It feels like I'm flying. When I see your face. I'm charged with a power. Of amazing grace. I flip the switch signal. On the permanent dream. Like the palm of my hand. On a tambourine. Dumb rocks filling up. My poor.