sábado, 23 de fevereiro de 2008

By The Rivers Of Babylon

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Por Emanuelle Rodrigues


By The Rivers Of Babylon
Bob Marley




By the rivers of BabylonWhere he sat downAnd there he wept when he remembered Zion.Oh from wicked, carry us away from captivityRequired from us a songHow can we singing out for song in a strange land.So let the words of our mouthAnd the meditations of our heartsBe acceptable in thy sightO-verrideBy the rivers of BabylonWhere he sat downAnd there he wept when he remembered Zion.Oh from wicked, carry us away from captivityRequired from us a songHow can we singing out for song in a strange land.How can we singing out for song in a strange land.


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