Song | Giving Away A Miracle |
Artist | Luba |
Album | All Or Nothing |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Luba | |
a ring | |
and a six string | |
her world | |
in a bag | |
she sits at my door | |
angel of mercy | |
tired and frail | |
she's been strumming | |
the same old chord | |
she says | |
let me grant you | |
let me grant you | |
one wish | |
look inside my bag | |
honey | |
take your pick | |
search your conscience | |
then choose your cause | |
and the miracle | |
will be yours | |
(chorus) | |
cause I'm giving away a miracle | |
giving away freedom and hope | |
giving away a miracle | |
and the miracle will be yours | |
she will give you the brass ring | |
the world if she can | |
every miracle | |
that she owns | |
her faith is a virtue | |
her grace divine | |
she's an angel in tattered clothes | |
and she says | |
let me grant you | |
let me grant you | |
one wish | |
look inside my bag | |
honey | |
take your pick | |
search your conscience | |
then just choose your cause | |
and the miracle | |
will be yours | |
repeat chorus | |
a ring | |
and a six string | |
her world in a bag | |
she sits at my door | |
angel of mercy | |
tired and frail | |
she'll be strumming | |
the same old chord | |
repeat chorus twice |
zuo qu : Luba | |
a ring | |
and a six string | |
her world | |
in a bag | |
she sits at my door | |
angel of mercy | |
tired and frail | |
she' s been strumming | |
the same old chord | |
she says | |
let me grant you | |
let me grant you | |
one wish | |
look inside my bag | |
honey | |
take your pick | |
search your conscience | |
then choose your cause | |
and the miracle | |
will be yours | |
chorus | |
cause I' m giving away a miracle | |
giving away freedom and hope | |
giving away a miracle | |
and the miracle will be yours | |
she will give you the brass ring | |
the world if she can | |
every miracle | |
that she owns | |
her faith is a virtue | |
her grace divine | |
she' s an angel in tattered clothes | |
and she says | |
let me grant you | |
let me grant you | |
one wish | |
look inside my bag | |
honey | |
take your pick | |
search your conscience | |
then just choose your cause | |
and the miracle | |
will be yours | |
repeat chorus | |
a ring | |
and a six string | |
her world in a bag | |
she sits at my door | |
angel of mercy | |
tired and frail | |
she' ll be strumming | |
the same old chord | |
repeat chorus twice |
zuò qǔ : Luba | |
a ring | |
and a six string | |
her world | |
in a bag | |
she sits at my door | |
angel of mercy | |
tired and frail | |
she' s been strumming | |
the same old chord | |
she says | |
let me grant you | |
let me grant you | |
one wish | |
look inside my bag | |
honey | |
take your pick | |
search your conscience | |
then choose your cause | |
and the miracle | |
will be yours | |
chorus | |
cause I' m giving away a miracle | |
giving away freedom and hope | |
giving away a miracle | |
and the miracle will be yours | |
she will give you the brass ring | |
the world if she can | |
every miracle | |
that she owns | |
her faith is a virtue | |
her grace divine | |
she' s an angel in tattered clothes | |
and she says | |
let me grant you | |
let me grant you | |
one wish | |
look inside my bag | |
honey | |
take your pick | |
search your conscience | |
then just choose your cause | |
and the miracle | |
will be yours | |
repeat chorus | |
a ring | |
and a six string | |
her world in a bag | |
she sits at my door | |
angel of mercy | |
tired and frail | |
she' ll be strumming | |
the same old chord | |
repeat chorus twice |