| Song | What's In A Word |
| Artist | The Christians |
| Album | Happy In Hell |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Henry Priestman | |
| Oh, yes it's hard, it's getting harder | |
| To turn the cheek or just walk away | |
| When all I see is degradation | |
| Day after day | |
| I wanna fight, my hands are tied | |
| My weapons are pitiful | |
| And all that's left | |
| One troubled mind, one timid voice | |
| Such a desperate noise | |
| What's in a word, more than you imagine | |
| What's in a word, more than I can say | |
| Once in a while you can hear such sweet sounds | |
| Freedom's singing in your head, in your head | |
| And while I slide down into darkness | |
| You spent so proud, so proud in the light | |
| Oh, help me please | |
| I think I'm falling between wrong and right | |
| Why give me strenght, then speak at lenght | |
| Of wisdom and tenderness | |
| So much to learn, so much to lose | |
| I've asked it before, now tell me once more | |
| What's in a word, more than you imagine | |
| What's in a word, more than I can say | |
| Once in a while you can hear such sweet sounds | |
| Chimes of freedom in your head | |
| Yes I have heard that a new age's dawning | |
| And I have heard that the die is cast | |
| I know the word can be liberation | |
| For a people free at last, free at last | |
| Some give a damn, some give their lives | |
| Why can't we give peace a chance | |
| Put down that gun, a battle won without even a shot | |
| Oh, dreamer I'm not | |
| What's in a word, more than you imagine | |
| What's in a word, more than I can say | |
| Once in a while you can hear such sweet sounds | |
| Freedom's singing in your head | |
| Yes I have heard that a new age's dawning | |
| And I have heard that the die is cast | |
| I know the word can be liberation | |
| For the people free at last | |
| Free at last |
| zuo qu : Henry Priestman | |
| Oh, yes it' s hard, it' s getting harder | |
| To turn the cheek or just walk away | |
| When all I see is degradation | |
| Day after day | |
| I wanna fight, my hands are tied | |
| My weapons are pitiful | |
| And all that' s left | |
| One troubled mind, one timid voice | |
| Such a desperate noise | |
| What' s in a word, more than you imagine | |
| What' s in a word, more than I can say | |
| Once in a while you can hear such sweet sounds | |
| Freedom' s singing in your head, in your head | |
| And while I slide down into darkness | |
| You spent so proud, so proud in the light | |
| Oh, help me please | |
| I think I' m falling between wrong and right | |
| Why give me strenght, then speak at lenght | |
| Of wisdom and tenderness | |
| So much to learn, so much to lose | |
| I' ve asked it before, now tell me once more | |
| What' s in a word, more than you imagine | |
| What' s in a word, more than I can say | |
| Once in a while you can hear such sweet sounds | |
| Chimes of freedom in your head | |
| Yes I have heard that a new age' s dawning | |
| And I have heard that the die is cast | |
| I know the word can be liberation | |
| For a people free at last, free at last | |
| Some give a damn, some give their lives | |
| Why can' t we give peace a chance | |
| Put down that gun, a battle won without even a shot | |
| Oh, dreamer I' m not | |
| What' s in a word, more than you imagine | |
| What' s in a word, more than I can say | |
| Once in a while you can hear such sweet sounds | |
| Freedom' s singing in your head | |
| Yes I have heard that a new age' s dawning | |
| And I have heard that the die is cast | |
| I know the word can be liberation | |
| For the people free at last | |
| Free at last |
| zuò qǔ : Henry Priestman | |
| Oh, yes it' s hard, it' s getting harder | |
| To turn the cheek or just walk away | |
| When all I see is degradation | |
| Day after day | |
| I wanna fight, my hands are tied | |
| My weapons are pitiful | |
| And all that' s left | |
| One troubled mind, one timid voice | |
| Such a desperate noise | |
| What' s in a word, more than you imagine | |
| What' s in a word, more than I can say | |
| Once in a while you can hear such sweet sounds | |
| Freedom' s singing in your head, in your head | |
| And while I slide down into darkness | |
| You spent so proud, so proud in the light | |
| Oh, help me please | |
| I think I' m falling between wrong and right | |
| Why give me strenght, then speak at lenght | |
| Of wisdom and tenderness | |
| So much to learn, so much to lose | |
| I' ve asked it before, now tell me once more | |
| What' s in a word, more than you imagine | |
| What' s in a word, more than I can say | |
| Once in a while you can hear such sweet sounds | |
| Chimes of freedom in your head | |
| Yes I have heard that a new age' s dawning | |
| And I have heard that the die is cast | |
| I know the word can be liberation | |
| For a people free at last, free at last | |
| Some give a damn, some give their lives | |
| Why can' t we give peace a chance | |
| Put down that gun, a battle won without even a shot | |
| Oh, dreamer I' m not | |
| What' s in a word, more than you imagine | |
| What' s in a word, more than I can say | |
| Once in a while you can hear such sweet sounds | |
| Freedom' s singing in your head | |
| Yes I have heard that a new age' s dawning | |
| And I have heard that the die is cast | |
| I know the word can be liberation | |
| For the people free at last | |
| Free at last |