Текст песни Ben harper - Ill Rise
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You may write me down in historyWith your bitter twisted liesYou may trod me down in the very dirtAnd still like the dust Ill riseDoes my happiness upset youWhy are you best with gloomCause I laugh like Ive got an oil wellPumpin in my living roomSo you may shoot me with your wordsYou may cut me with your eyesAnd Ill riseIll riseIll riseOut of the shacks of historys shameUp from a past rooted in painIll riseIll riseIll riseNow did you want to see me brokenBowed head and lowered eyesShoulders fallen down like tear dropsWeakened by my soulful criesDoes my confidence upset youDont you take it awful hardCause I walk like Ive got a diamond mineBreakin up in my front yardSo you may shoot me with your wordsYou may cut me with your eyesAnd Ill riseIll riseIll riseOut of the shacks of historys shameUp from a past rooted in painIll riseIll riseIll riseSo you may write me down in historyWith your bitter twisted liesYou may trod me down in the very dirtAnd still like the dust Ill riseDoes my happiness upset youWhy are you best with gloomCause I laugh like Ive got a goldmineDiggin up in my living roomSo you may shoot me with your wordsYou may cut me with your eyesAnd Ill riseIll riseIll riseOut of the shacks of historys shameUp from a past rooted in painIll riseIll riseIll rise