letra de though i speak with the tongues of men - edward bairstow
though i speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not charity, i am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal
and though i have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries, and all knowledge; and though i have all faith, so that i could remove mountains, and have not charity, i am nothing
and though i bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though i give my body to be burned, and have not charity, it profiteth me nothing
charity suffereth long, and is kind; charity envieth not; charity vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up
beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endurеth all things
charity never faileth: but whеther there be prophecies, they shall fail; whether there be tongues, they shall cease; whether there be knowledge, it shall vanish away
for now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now i know in part; but then shall i know even as also i am known
and now abideth faith, hope and charity, but the greatest of these is charity
letras aleatórias
- letra de hard feelings - asian da brat
- letra de promilleromantikken - aksglæde
- letra de brigada antisocial - suspenders
- letra de минимум (minimum) - триада (triada)
- letra de a month from now/whatever you like - rail yard ghosts
- letra de 80's boy (hot pink) - epsilon minus
- letra de rain dance - baba stiltz
- letra de hope has come - sovereign grace music
- letra de spangle (acoustic version) - the wedding present
- letra de don't really miss you - raven j