Почти как Дэвид Бекхэм, только Джей
i heard there was a secret chord
that david played and it pleased the lord
but you don't really care for music, do you
well it goes like this the fourth, the fifth
the minor fall and the major lift
the baffled king composing hallelujah
hallelujah...
well your faith was strong but you needed proof
you saw her bathing on the roof
her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
she tied you to her kitchen chair
she broke your throne and she cut your hair
and from your lips she drew the hallelujah
hallelujah...
baby i've been here before
i've seen this room and i've walked this floor
i used to live alone before i knew you
i've seen your flag on the marble arch
but love is not a victory march
it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah
hallelujah...
well there was a time when you let me know
what's really going on below
but now you never show that to me do you
but remember when i moved in you
and the holy dove was moving too
and every breath we drew was hallelujah
well, maybe there's a god above
but all i've ever learned from love
was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you
it's not a cry that you hear at night
it's not somebody who's seen the light
it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah
hallelujah...
that david played and it pleased the lord
but you don't really care for music, do you
well it goes like this the fourth, the fifth
the minor fall and the major lift
the baffled king composing hallelujah
hallelujah...
well your faith was strong but you needed proof
you saw her bathing on the roof
her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
she tied you to her kitchen chair
she broke your throne and she cut your hair
and from your lips she drew the hallelujah
hallelujah...
baby i've been here before
i've seen this room and i've walked this floor
i used to live alone before i knew you
i've seen your flag on the marble arch
but love is not a victory march
it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah
hallelujah...
well there was a time when you let me know
what's really going on below
but now you never show that to me do you
but remember when i moved in you
and the holy dove was moving too
and every breath we drew was hallelujah
well, maybe there's a god above
but all i've ever learned from love
was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you
it's not a cry that you hear at night
it's not somebody who's seen the light
it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah
hallelujah...
после 14 часов прослушивания этой песни, начинаю верить в лучшее ))))
даты "судных дней
Усилено режу на завтра сочинения. а вдруг пргодится)))
просматривая блоки и темы, прихожу к выводу что хороших тем ой как мало ><
По 20 в. буду писать разве что по Горькому "На дне", да и, может, по Блоку.
По Достоевскому тоже не хочется.(( Анализы стих-ий - бред. Поэзия, по сути, тоже бредова сама по себе.
Мгм... пойти, что ли на изложени завтра? XD ладно,ладно, это просто нервы.
1 - сочинение
7 - математика
13 - всеобщая история
16 - история России
19 - литра.
Хемуль знает что такое! на 13 и 16 я абсолютно не готов, мне рефераты надо переделывать ))))
Нам всем велено приходить со сборниками готовых сочинений, ибо как только уйдет инспектор, сразу достаем их и пишем, пишем, пишем...xDDDD
я свой сборник отдал одной знакомой неделю назад, теперь выцепить ее не могу. придется идти за новым... если найду, конечно. о_О
хотелось бы написать по Женьке Онегину или по Мертвым душам. я их лучше всего знаю.
удачи! -)))
а я все по билетам сдаю ^^''''
Ну дык.. Онегин - классика, но избиииито )))
Не, мне, конечно Мертвые души, многое дали для кругозора, но писать по ним не буду)))
я бы по "Герою нашего времена" написала с удовольствием *с огрооомным удовольствием*, но посмотрим..))
у меня тож довольно большой был, но спрятать под блузку можно =))))
избито, но это счастливая тема - я на вступительном ее писала, на 4 ^^ а в школе грех на 5 не написать xDDD
не люблю ГНВ... xDDD
стихи, кстати, тоже, а придется много их учить к экзу по литре.