歌曲 | You Can't Fix It |
歌手 | Oak Ridge Boys |
专辑 | Common Thread |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Bosarge, Johnson, Johnson | |
I recall climbing up that backyard tree | |
Before I knew it I had hit the ground | |
She knew my arm was broken | |
As Mama threw the car door open | |
And hurriedly she drove me into town | |
As we sat there waiting I said | |
Mom it really hurts! | |
Then she pointed to the doctor with these words | |
You can't fix it, but He can | |
Don't you cry, there's healing in His hands | |
He can take what's broken and make it whole again | |
You can't fix it, but He can | |
I can still see me sittin' on that back church pew | |
Trying to be cool at seventeen | |
When the altar call was given | |
I just kinda stiffened | |
The preacher seemed to look right straight at me | |
When Daddy put his arms around me | |
The tears began to fall | |
Then he pointed to the cross there on the wall and said | |
You can't fix it, but He can | |
Don't you know there's healing in His hands | |
He can take what's broken and make it whole again | |
You can't fix it, but He can | |
Are you standing in the rubble of your broken life and wonder | |
Can the pieces be put back together | |
You can't fix it, but He can | |
There is healing in the Savior's hands | |
Whoa He can take what's broken and make it whole again | |
You can't fix it, but He can |
zuo ci : Bosarge, Johnson, Johnson | |
I recall climbing up that backyard tree | |
Before I knew it I had hit the ground | |
She knew my arm was broken | |
As Mama threw the car door open | |
And hurriedly she drove me into town | |
As we sat there waiting I said | |
Mom it really hurts! | |
Then she pointed to the doctor with these words | |
You can' t fix it, but He can | |
Don' t you cry, there' s healing in His hands | |
He can take what' s broken and make it whole again | |
You can' t fix it, but He can | |
I can still see me sittin' on that back church pew | |
Trying to be cool at seventeen | |
When the altar call was given | |
I just kinda stiffened | |
The preacher seemed to look right straight at me | |
When Daddy put his arms around me | |
The tears began to fall | |
Then he pointed to the cross there on the wall and said | |
You can' t fix it, but He can | |
Don' t you know there' s healing in His hands | |
He can take what' s broken and make it whole again | |
You can' t fix it, but He can | |
Are you standing in the rubble of your broken life and wonder | |
Can the pieces be put back together | |
You can' t fix it, but He can | |
There is healing in the Savior' s hands | |
Whoa He can take what' s broken and make it whole again | |
You can' t fix it, but He can |
zuò cí : Bosarge, Johnson, Johnson | |
I recall climbing up that backyard tree | |
Before I knew it I had hit the ground | |
She knew my arm was broken | |
As Mama threw the car door open | |
And hurriedly she drove me into town | |
As we sat there waiting I said | |
Mom it really hurts! | |
Then she pointed to the doctor with these words | |
You can' t fix it, but He can | |
Don' t you cry, there' s healing in His hands | |
He can take what' s broken and make it whole again | |
You can' t fix it, but He can | |
I can still see me sittin' on that back church pew | |
Trying to be cool at seventeen | |
When the altar call was given | |
I just kinda stiffened | |
The preacher seemed to look right straight at me | |
When Daddy put his arms around me | |
The tears began to fall | |
Then he pointed to the cross there on the wall and said | |
You can' t fix it, but He can | |
Don' t you know there' s healing in His hands | |
He can take what' s broken and make it whole again | |
You can' t fix it, but He can | |
Are you standing in the rubble of your broken life and wonder | |
Can the pieces be put back together | |
You can' t fix it, but He can | |
There is healing in the Savior' s hands | |
Whoa He can take what' s broken and make it whole again | |
You can' t fix it, but He can |