Lyrics:
of gladding aura The lights are clashing She saw that my heart is racing Oh she's happy again Cause all she see is your own level head, And all she breathes is
the butchers four The duke of silver pants The mayor’s grease, the fancy priest And 18 ombudsmen Were all askance from gladding hands With fast demands to why
Hi, Ms. Gladdings. What do you think about my music so far I hate it, so don't ask What, you don't even like my voice? No, I don't care for that
The wounded opposition rising up to take a stand We all can rise some will likely fall For freedom of oppression we will gladding risk it all Unite come
Discuss these gladding Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In