ฟังเพลงEverybody Walkin' This Land

Everybody Walkin' This Land - Home Free/Beau Patrick Bedford/Paul Mark Cauthen

Composed by：Beau Patrick Bedford/Paul Mark Cauthen

All you mothers and you brothers

And you sisters and you fathers

And everybody walkin' this land

No matter your race your creed your tribe

Whose nation you defend

With open hearts open minds

Lend a helpin' hand each time

To the mothers and the brothers

And the sisters and the fathers

Everybody walkin' this land

All you believers pretenders bonafide sinners

Everybody walkin' this land

No matter your church your faith your sign

Whose lying in your den

All seeing eyes and Jesus Christ

We're all living in a paradise

With believers pretenders bonafide sinners

Everybody walkin' this land

Lord we pray

We pray

We make it through the day

The day

All you mothers you brothers

You sisters you fathers

Believers pretenders bonafide sinners

Everybody walkin' this land

All you racists fascists nihilists and bigots

I'm calling you out my friend

I felt your hurt drank your fear

Your actions will not stand

Get on your knees begin to pray

Look at me you can change

You racists fascists nihilists and bigots

I'm calling you out my friend

Lord we pray

We pray

We make it through the day

The day

You racists fascists nihilists and bigots

We're prayin' for you my friend

Oh

Yeah yeah oh

All you prophets saints angels and ladies

All you gentlemen

We walked on fire fought through hell

We're soldiers 'til the end

If you can't get enough

Don't think that devil fill your cup

You mothers you brothers you sisters you fathers

Believers pretenders bonafide sinners

Racists fascists nihilists and bigots

Prophets saints and angels and ladies

All you gentlemen

Mhmm you gentlemen

People come together

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Lord sing it one more time

You mothers you brothers you sisters you fathers

Believers pretenders bonafide sinners

Racists fascists nihilists and bigots

Prophets saints and angels and ladies

Everybody walkin' this land