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"Son" said the preacher " æ?ºor I break the newsLet me take you to the heart of this promised land"Built on the green hill far awayWhere somebody cried Somebody died in the windYou donæ?° have to run to the palaces of goldBricks and mortar one day must surely fallAnd son you will look Monroe right between the eyesAnd pray that somehowSomeoneæ?¯ gonna come alongAnd save her, save her soulAND WE'RE GONNASHOUT TO THE DEVIL SHOUT TO THE SKYSHOUT TO THE GODS ALMIGHTY HIGHPREACHER TEACHERPREACHER TEACHERItæ?¯ in the hearts itæ?¯ in the soulLook no further than your own backyardLive your life as it should be livedFollow your heart for the truth is everlastingAnd the wine runs cold in the blood of menLetras de cancionesThe bread is dry, stale pushed in the back of your mindAnd the senatoræ?¯ dream is running wild todayAnd the big dukeæ?¯ star in deathStill fighting off the hounds of hellFor we all fall short of the glory my friendEven all the kingæ?¯ horses and all the kingæ?¯ business menIæ?³e got a golden eagle flying highBut I and I still find it hard to keep the wolves at bayAND WE'RE GONNASHOUT TO THE DEVIL SHOUT TO THE SKYSHOUT TO THE GODS ALMIGHTY HIGHPREACHER TEACHERPREACHER TEACHERItæ?¯ in the hearts itæ?¯ in the soulLook no further than your own backyardLive your life as it should be livedFollow your heart for the truth is everlastingAND WE'RE GONNASHOUT TO THE DEVIL SHOUT TO THE SKYSHOUT TO THE GODS ALMIGHTY HIGHAND WE'RE GONNASHOUT TO THE DEVIL SHOUT TO THE SKYSHOUT TO THE GODS ALMIGHTY HIGH(Preacher)This train is bound for gloryThis trainIt's pulling awayRight away, Right away, Right awayI'm born tonightYeah we've got to ------ childAnd over hereA young man, I call him the leader of our bandI name our band The QuarrymenYes that's right, SirsAnd also, we've got the harmonica bandYeah, come aboard, come aboardIT IS FINISHED
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"Shout to the Devil" as written by David William Kitchingman Michael Leslie Peters
Lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY
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