Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers.
One hundred million angels singing
multitudes are marching to the big kettle drum.
Voices calling, voices crying
some are born and some are dying.
It´s Alpha´s and Omega´s kingdom come
and the whirlwind is in the thorn tree.
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
the whirlwind is in the thorn tree.
It´s hard for thee to kick against the pricks.
One hundred million angels singing
multitudes are marching to the big kettle drum.
Voices calling, voices crying
some are born and some are dying.
It´s Alpha´s and Omega´s kingdom come
and the whirlwind is in the thorn tree.
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
the whirlwind is in the thorn tree.
It´s hard for thee to kick against the pricks.
Johnny Cash, ese hombre que siempre iba de negro.
Con 64 y después de una vida de excesos le fue diagnosticada una enfermedad degenerativa...y entonces decidió hacer su mejor disco. Con una producción austera, grabado en el salón de casa, pero con su tremenda voz y versioneando a Beatles, Depeche Mode, Nine Inch Nails, U2...
Saludos!
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