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Redemption Day 
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de Johnny Cash
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I've wept for those who suffer long. But how I for those who've gone
Into rooms of grief and questioned wrong, but keep on killing
It's in the soul to feel such things, but weak to speaking
Oh brings, if God be willing
is a that's heading straight to heaven's gate, to heaven's gate
And on the way, child and man and woman wait
and wait, for redemption day
rages in the streets and swallows everything it meets
It's just an image on television
Come leaders, you men of great, let us hear you pontificate
many virtues laid to waste
And we aren't listening
There is a train that's heading to heaven's gate, to heaven's gate
And on the way, child and man and woman wait
and wait, for redemption day
What do you for us today?
Throw us a bone but the plate on why we waited til so late
Was there no oil to excavate?
No riches in trade for the fate of person who died in hate?
Throw us a bone, you men of great
There is a train that's heading straight to heaven's gate, to heaven's gate
And on the way, child and man and woman wait
Watch and wait, for day
It's buried in the countryside
It's exploding in the shells at night
It's everywhere a baby cries
Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom
Into rooms of grief and questioned wrong, but keep on killing
It's in the soul to feel such things, but weak to speaking
Oh brings, if God be willing
is a that's heading straight to heaven's gate, to heaven's gate
And on the way, child and man and woman wait
and wait, for redemption day
rages in the streets and swallows everything it meets
It's just an image on television
Come leaders, you men of great, let us hear you pontificate
many virtues laid to waste
And we aren't listening
There is a train that's heading to heaven's gate, to heaven's gate
And on the way, child and man and woman wait
and wait, for redemption day
What do you for us today?
Throw us a bone but the plate on why we waited til so late
Was there no oil to excavate?
No riches in trade for the fate of person who died in hate?
Throw us a bone, you men of great
There is a train that's heading straight to heaven's gate, to heaven's gate
And on the way, child and man and woman wait
Watch and wait, for day
It's buried in the countryside
It's exploding in the shells at night
It's everywhere a baby cries
Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom
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