The beautiful spacious skies, the amber waves of grain To the majestic purple mountains above the fruited plain God did shed His grace from sea to shining
Law. My radio gets Rush Limbaugh. Blue are the skies in America! Biosphere dies in America! Natural supplies in America! Ozone demise in America! Houses
Oh beautiful for spacious skies For amber waves of grain For purple mountain majesties Above the fruited plain America, America God shed His grace on
spacious skies, We love you, Conrad! Oh, yes we do! For amber waves of grain. We love you, Conrad, and we'll be true. A-A-America America, Oh, oh, Conrad
Side. [EVELYN NESBIT] La la la La la la la Whee! [EMMA] But America was watching another drama. [EVELYN NESBIT] Evelyn Nesbit was the most beautiful woman in America
Berlin Lyrics: Irving Berlin Premiere: Saturday, July 4, 1942 Eagles American eagles America sings Of her wings In the sky Eagles American eagles America
Oh beautiful for spacious skies, For amber waves of grain, For purple mountain majesties Above the fruited plain. America! America! God shed His grace
Oh pitiful for smoggy skies With amber lanes of waste With Dreadful mountain poverty's So many infants slain America, America God shed his wrath on thee
Fatherland, Cherished and revered, All hail! All Hail! Brazil, a dream sublime, vivid ray of love and hope to earth descends, Where in your clear, pure, beauteous skies
O beautiful for spacious skies, For amber waves of grain, For purple mountain majesties Above the fruited plain! America! America! God shed his grace
away We're the 51st state of America Yeah this is the 51st state of America Yeah still we are the 51st state of America 51st state of America
In the land of make believe In America Go chase you fortune Suicide on prime tv Mass hysteria The U.S. wants you Malcome X politics Tricky Dick and dirty
america, stand up for your rights oh say can't you see that the conscience in me said go back when the clouds in the skies and the tears in my eyes
grew. Ripe. Golden. Looking towards the open skies waiting for the journey. Glasgow. Edinburgh. Invernes. Stirling. Stornoway. Aberdeen. Fort-William. Dundee. London. Germany. Ireland. America
land Alone in open roading Ted's out in the seat right next to me He's drooling on his sleeve Who ever made up open skies and two of the bluest eyes Must
(K. Grimwood/E. Idlet) Blue skies with no clouds, Hot afternoons can get you down and make you sweaty. Mid-summer sun bake, I know exactly what we should
to fight you, And I know we disagree, but I don't want to argue, Soon the night will fall, take these troubles from our lives; Soon the night will fall, and fill the starry skies
who paid with their lives A nation saw evil over September skies By some faceless coward who must pay the price For challenging the spirit of American pride The Day America