Otros Ejercicios
City On The Hill 
Medium
de Casting Crowns
Completa los huecos, después pulsa el botón Score para chequear tus respuestas
Did you hear of the on a hill?
Said one old man to the other
It once bright and it be shining still
But they all started turning on each other
You see the poets thought the dancers were shallow
And the thought the weak
And the elders saw the ones as foolish
And the rich man heard the poor man speak
And one by one they ran away
their up minds to leave it all behind
And the light began to fade
In the on a hill
The city on a hill
Each one thought that they knew better
But there were different by design
Instead of standing strong together
They let their differences divide
And one by one they ran away
With their made up to leave it all behind
And the light to fade
In the city on a hill
The city on a hill
And the is searchin' still
But it was the rhythm of the dancers
That gave the poets life
It was the spirit of the poets
That gave the soldiers to fight
It was the fire of the young ones
It was the wisdom of the old
It was the story of the poor man
That needed be told...
It is the rhythm of the dancers
That gives the life
It is the spirit of the poets
That gives the soldiers to fight
It is the fire of the young ones
It is the wisdom of the old
It is the of the poor man
That's to be told...
One by one, will we run away?
With our made up minds to leave it all behind
As the light to fade
In the city on a hill?
One by one, will we run away?
With our made up minds to leave it all behind
As the light begins to fade
In the city on a hill?
The city on a hill
Come home
And the Father's still
Come home
To the city on the hill
Come home
Said one old man to the other
It once bright and it be shining still
But they all started turning on each other
You see the poets thought the dancers were shallow
And the thought the weak
And the elders saw the ones as foolish
And the rich man heard the poor man speak
And one by one they ran away
their up minds to leave it all behind
And the light began to fade
In the on a hill
The city on a hill
Each one thought that they knew better
But there were different by design
Instead of standing strong together
They let their differences divide
And one by one they ran away
With their made up to leave it all behind
And the light to fade
In the city on a hill
The city on a hill
And the is searchin' still
But it was the rhythm of the dancers
That gave the poets life
It was the spirit of the poets
That gave the soldiers to fight
It was the fire of the young ones
It was the wisdom of the old
It was the story of the poor man
That needed be told...
It is the rhythm of the dancers
That gives the life
It is the spirit of the poets
That gives the soldiers to fight
It is the fire of the young ones
It is the wisdom of the old
It is the of the poor man
That's to be told...
One by one, will we run away?
With our made up minds to leave it all behind
As the light to fade
In the city on a hill?
One by one, will we run away?
With our made up minds to leave it all behind
As the light begins to fade
In the city on a hill?
The city on a hill
Come home
And the Father's still
Come home
To the city on the hill
Come home
Click en la palabra para obtener su definición.
( Traducción Automática )
Con tecnología de Microsoft® Translator
