歌曲 | The Angels Rejoiced Last Night |
歌手 | Lucy Kaplansky |
专辑 | Every Single Day |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Louvin, Louvin | |
Written by Ira & Charlie Louvin | |
A house, not a home | |
Was the picture Satan painted | |
For sweet little sister and me | |
Our daddy would frown | |
While mother was prayin' | |
His heart was so hardened | |
That he would not believe | |
In anger he'd swear | |
His voice cold and loud | |
His Sundays were spent | |
Out with the gamblin' crowd | |
I've never seen my daddy | |
Inside a house of God | |
For Satan held his hand | |
Down the path of sin he trod | |
Not long ago | |
Our circle was broken | |
When God called on mother one night | |
In a voice sweet and low | |
Her last words were spoken | |
Asking our daddy | |
To raise her children right | |
The angels rejoiced | |
In Heaven last night | |
I heard my daddy pray | |
Dear God, make it right | |
He was smiling and singing | |
With tears in his eyes | |
While mother with the angels | |
Rejoiced last night | |
While mother with the angels | |
Rejoiced last night |
zuo ci : Louvin, Louvin | |
Written by Ira Charlie Louvin | |
A house, not a home | |
Was the picture Satan painted | |
For sweet little sister and me | |
Our daddy would frown | |
While mother was prayin' | |
His heart was so hardened | |
That he would not believe | |
In anger he' d swear | |
His voice cold and loud | |
His Sundays were spent | |
Out with the gamblin' crowd | |
I' ve never seen my daddy | |
Inside a house of God | |
For Satan held his hand | |
Down the path of sin he trod | |
Not long ago | |
Our circle was broken | |
When God called on mother one night | |
In a voice sweet and low | |
Her last words were spoken | |
Asking our daddy | |
To raise her children right | |
The angels rejoiced | |
In Heaven last night | |
I heard my daddy pray | |
Dear God, make it right | |
He was smiling and singing | |
With tears in his eyes | |
While mother with the angels | |
Rejoiced last night | |
While mother with the angels | |
Rejoiced last night |
zuò cí : Louvin, Louvin | |
Written by Ira Charlie Louvin | |
A house, not a home | |
Was the picture Satan painted | |
For sweet little sister and me | |
Our daddy would frown | |
While mother was prayin' | |
His heart was so hardened | |
That he would not believe | |
In anger he' d swear | |
His voice cold and loud | |
His Sundays were spent | |
Out with the gamblin' crowd | |
I' ve never seen my daddy | |
Inside a house of God | |
For Satan held his hand | |
Down the path of sin he trod | |
Not long ago | |
Our circle was broken | |
When God called on mother one night | |
In a voice sweet and low | |
Her last words were spoken | |
Asking our daddy | |
To raise her children right | |
The angels rejoiced | |
In Heaven last night | |
I heard my daddy pray | |
Dear God, make it right | |
He was smiling and singing | |
With tears in his eyes | |
While mother with the angels | |
Rejoiced last night | |
While mother with the angels | |
Rejoiced last night |