Otros Ejercicios
When The Man Comes Around 
Medium
de Johnny Cash
Completa los huecos, después pulsa el botón Score para chequear tus respuestas
There's a man going around names
And he decides who to free and who to blame
won't be all the same
There'll be a golden ladder reaching down
When the Man around
The hairs on your arm stand up
At the in each sip and in each sup
Will you partake of that last offered cup?
Or disappear into the potter's ground
the Man comes around
the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred singing
are to the big kettledrum
Voices calling, voices crying
Some are and some are dying
It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come
And the is in the thorn tree
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the tree
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
Till Armageddon no shalam, no shalom
Then the father hen will his chickens home
The wise man will bow down before the thrown
And at His feet they'll cast crowns
When the Man comes around
Whoever is unjust let him be unjust still
is righteous let him be still
is filthy let him be still
Listen to the long written down
When the Man comes around
the trumpets, the pipers
One million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices calling and voices crying
are and some are dying
It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come
And the is in the thorn tree
The are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to against the pricks
In measured hundred weight and penny pound
When the Man comes around
...
And he decides who to free and who to blame
won't be all the same
There'll be a golden ladder reaching down
When the Man around
The hairs on your arm stand up
At the in each sip and in each sup
Will you partake of that last offered cup?
Or disappear into the potter's ground
the Man comes around
the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred singing
are to the big kettledrum
Voices calling, voices crying
Some are and some are dying
It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come
And the is in the thorn tree
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the tree
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
Till Armageddon no shalam, no shalom
Then the father hen will his chickens home
The wise man will bow down before the thrown
And at His feet they'll cast crowns
When the Man comes around
Whoever is unjust let him be unjust still
is righteous let him be still
is filthy let him be still
Listen to the long written down
When the Man comes around
the trumpets, the pipers
One million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices calling and voices crying
are and some are dying
It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come
And the is in the thorn tree
The are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to against the pricks
In measured hundred weight and penny pound
When the Man comes around
...
Click en la palabra para obtener su definición.
( Traducción Automática )
Con tecnología de Microsoft® Translator
