| O beautiful for spacious skies
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| For amber waves of grain
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| For purple mountain majesties
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| Above the fruited plain!
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| America! |
| America!
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| God shed his grace on thee
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| And crown thy good with brotherhood
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| From sea to shining sea!
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| O beautiful for pilgrim feet
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| Whose stern impassioned stress
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| A thoroughfare of freedom beat
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| Across the wilderness!
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| America! |
| America!
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| God mend thine every flaw
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| Confirm thy soul in self-control
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| Thy liberty in law!
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| O beautiful for heroes proved
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| In liberating strife
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| Who more than self their country loved
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| And mercy more than life!
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| America! |
| America!
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| May God thy gold refine
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| Till all success be nobleness
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| And every gain divine!
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| O beautiful for patriot dream
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| That sees beyond the years
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| Thine alabaster cities gleam
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| Undimmed by human tears!
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| America! |
| America!
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| God shed his grace on thee
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| And crown thy good with brotherhood
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| From sea to shining sea!
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| O beautiful for halcyon skies
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| For amber waves of grain
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| For purple mountain majesties
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| Above the enameled plain!
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| America! |
| America!
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| God shed his grace on thee
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| Till souls wax fair as earth and air
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| And music-hearted sea!
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| O beautiful for pilgrims feet
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| Whose stem impassioned stress
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| A thoroughfare for freedom beat
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| Across the wilderness!
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| America! |
| America!
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| God shed his grace on thee
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| Till paths be wrought through
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| Wilds of thought
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| By pilgrim foot and knee!
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| O beautiful for glory-tale
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| Of liberating strife
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| When once and twice
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| For man’s avail
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| Men lavished precious life!
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| America! |
| America!
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| God shed his grace on thee
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| Till selfish gain no longer stain
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| The banner of the free!
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| O beautiful for patriot dream
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| That sees beyond the years
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| Thine alabaster cities gleam
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| Undimmed by human tears!
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| America! |
| America!
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| God shed his grace on thee
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| Till nobler men keep once again
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| Thy whiter jubilee!
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| Come gather 'round people wherever you roam
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| And admit that the waters around you have grown
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| And accept it that soon you’ll be drenched to the bone
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| If your time to you is worth savin'
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| Then you better start swimmin' or you’ll sink like a stone
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| For the times they are a-changin'
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| Come writers and critics who prophesize with your pen
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| And keep your eyes wide, the chance won’t come again
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| And don’t speak too soon for the wheel’s still in spin
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| And there’s no tellin' who that it’s namin'
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| For the loser now will be later to win
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| For the times they are a-changin'
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| Come senators, congressmen, please, heed the call
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| Don’t stand in the doorway, don’t block up the hall
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| For he that gets hurt will be he who has stalled
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| This battle outside ragin'
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| Shake your windows and rattle your walls
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| For the times they are a-changin'
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| Come mothers and fathers throughout the land
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| And don’t criticize what you can’t understand
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| Your sons and your daughters are beyond your command
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| Your old road is rapidly agin'
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| Please, get out of the new one if you can’t lend your hand
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| For the times they are a-changin'
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| The line it is drawn, the curse it is cast
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| The slow one now will later be fast
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| As the present now will later be past
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| The order is rapidly fadin'
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| And the first one now will later be last
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| For the times they are a-changin' |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song America The Beautiful/The Times They Are A Changin' , by - Spirit. Song from the album The Mercury Years, in the genre Иностранный рок