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纯歌词版本
from the back of the crowd he was straining to see
the arc of a body in agony
that morning he'd heard the anger, the noise
but somehow this passion had stolen their voice
oh, he longed to believe in this magical man
heard the tale of His wonders throughout all the land
the alchemy of a lonely soul
pours love into sadness and turns it to gold
now the wood and the nails
have captured those magical hands
yet deep in His eyes
burned a vision he could not understand
in the back of the noon he felt a chill
for those eyes stared at him, crushing his will
drawing him closer, closer still
climb the hill
now the movers shake and the shakers move
crushing the innocent under their shoes
their dark wounded cries spill like blood on the land
and I can't seem to feel my heart or my hands
cry out all you people
cry out for liberty
come young and old
let us fall down on bended knee
let the dew of heaven wash over us all
let His love and His passion cover us all
drawing us closer, closer still
climb the hill
iron curtains are torn in two
the living dead can break out of their tombs
hope will arise from the ashes of doom
climb
climb
climb the hill
© 1994 Word Music/ASCAP (a division of Word, Inc.) & Britt-n-Brenn Music/ASCAP
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LRC歌词版本
[00:21.72]from the back of the crowd he was straining to see
[00:27.63]the arc of a body in agony
[00:31.68]that morning he'd heard the anger, the noise
[00:37.35]but somehow this passion had stolen their voice
[00:43.74]oh, he longed to believe in this magical man
[00:48.66]heard the tale of His wonders throughout all the land
[00:54.54]the alchemy of a lonely soul
[00:58.68]pours love into sadness and turns it to gold
[01:04.62]now the wood and the nails
[01:06.66]have captured those magical hands
[01:12.66]yet deep in His eyes
[01:14.49]burned a vision he could not understand
[01:19.68]in the back of the noon he felt a chill
[01:23.64]for those eyes stared at him, crushing his will
[01:28.56]drawing him closer, closer still
[01:29.79]climb the hill
[01:30.57]now the movers shake and the shakers move
[01:49.50]crushing the innocent under their shoes
[01:52.59]their dark wounded cries spill like blood on the land
[02:05.10]and I can't seem to feel my heart or my hands
[02:13.20]cry out all you people
[02:13.62]cry out for liberty
[02:14.40]come young and old
[02:14.76]let us fall down on bended knee
[02:18.48]let the dew of heaven wash over us all
[02:22.56]let His love and His passion cover us all
[02:27.42]drawing us closer, closer still
[02:28.38]climb the hill
[02:53.55]iron curtains are torn in two
[02:54.18]the living dead can break out of their tombs
[02:57.81]hope will arise from the ashes of doom
[03:00.45]climb
[03:00.57]climb
[03:00.69]climb the hill
[03:01.29]© 1994 Word Music/ASCAP (a division of Word, Inc.) & Britt-n-Brenn Music/ASCAP
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纯歌词版本
from the back of the crowd he was straining to see
the arc of a body in agony
that morning he'd heard the anger, the noise
but somehow this passion had stolen their voice
oh, he longed to believe in this magical man
heard the tale of His wonders throughout all the land
the alchemy of a lonely soul
pours love into sadness and turns it to gold
now the wood and the nails
have captured those magical hands
yet deep in His eyes
burned a vision he could not understand
in the back of the noon he felt a chill
for those eyes stared at him, crushing his will
drawing him closer, closer still
climb the hill
now the movers shake and the shakers move
crushing the innocent under their shoes
their dark wounded cries spill like blood on the land
and I can't seem to feel my heart or my hands
cry out all you people
cry out for liberty
come young and old
let us fall down on bended knee
let the dew of heaven wash over us all
let His love and His passion cover us all
drawing us closer, closer still
climb the hill
iron curtains are torn in two
the living dead can break out of their tombs
hope will arise from the ashes of doom
climb
climb
climb the hill
© 1994 Word Music/ASCAP (a division of Word, Inc.) & Britt-n-Brenn Music/ASCAP
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:21.72]from the back of the crowd he was straining to see
[00:27.63]the arc of a body in agony
[00:31.68]that morning he'd heard the anger, the noise
[00:37.35]but somehow this passion had stolen their voice
[00:43.74]oh, he longed to believe in this magical man
[00:48.66]heard the tale of His wonders throughout all the land
[00:54.54]the alchemy of a lonely soul
[00:58.68]pours love into sadness and turns it to gold
[01:04.62]now the wood and the nails
[01:06.66]have captured those magical hands
[01:12.66]yet deep in His eyes
[01:14.49]burned a vision he could not understand
[01:19.68]in the back of the noon he felt a chill
[01:23.64]for those eyes stared at him, crushing his will
[01:28.56]drawing him closer, closer still
[01:29.79]climb the hill
[01:30.57]now the movers shake and the shakers move
[01:49.50]crushing the innocent under their shoes
[01:52.59]their dark wounded cries spill like blood on the land
[02:05.10]and I can't seem to feel my heart or my hands
[02:13.20]cry out all you people
[02:13.62]cry out for liberty
[02:14.40]come young and old
[02:14.76]let us fall down on bended knee
[02:18.48]let the dew of heaven wash over us all
[02:22.56]let His love and His passion cover us all
[02:27.42]drawing us closer, closer still
[02:28.38]climb the hill
[02:53.55]iron curtains are torn in two
[02:54.18]the living dead can break out of their tombs
[02:57.81]hope will arise from the ashes of doom
[03:00.45]climb
[03:00.57]climb
[03:00.69]climb the hill
[03:01.29]© 1994 Word Music/ASCAP (a division of Word, Inc.) & Britt-n-Brenn Music/ASCAP