Otros Ejercicios
Completa los huecos, después pulsa el botón Score para chequear tus respuestas
(Oh... oh... oh...)
I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the I alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
I used to the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listened as the sing
Now the old king is long live the king
One minute I held the key
the walls were closed on me
And I that my stand
Upon of salt and pillars of sand
I bells a-ringing
Roman choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
Missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
Once you'd gone was never
an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world
It was a wicked and wild wind
Blew down the to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't what I'd become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a plate
Just a puppet on a string
Oh who would to be king?...
I Jerusalem bells a-ringing
cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a field
For some reason I can't explain
I know St Peter won't my name
Never an honest word
But was I the world
...
(Oh... oh... oh...)
Hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For reason I can't explain
I know St Peter won't my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
(Oh... oh... oh...)
(Muchísimas gracias...)
I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the I alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
I used to the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listened as the sing
Now the old king is long live the king
One minute I held the key
the walls were closed on me
And I that my stand
Upon of salt and pillars of sand
I bells a-ringing
Roman choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
Missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
Once you'd gone was never
an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world
It was a wicked and wild wind
Blew down the to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't what I'd become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a plate
Just a puppet on a string
Oh who would to be king?...
I Jerusalem bells a-ringing
cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a field
For some reason I can't explain
I know St Peter won't my name
Never an honest word
But was I the world
...
(Oh... oh... oh...)
Hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For reason I can't explain
I know St Peter won't my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
(Oh... oh... oh...)
(Muchísimas gracias...)
Click en la palabra para obtener su definición.
( Traducción Automática )
Con tecnología de Microsoft® Translator
