Oh America
Oh America
Oh America Oh America
Your land is as sweet as honey
Your desert is as calm as monks
Your seas is as beautiful as the ocean breeze
Your world is as big as the Lord sees it
Oh America
What a beautiful land it is
Fealed with milk and honey
Thou rise from sin and poverty
Thou face thy fear
As a sholdier with no fear
Thou shoot at the moon
It landed on the moon
What a beautiful life
Jesus make you one of the biggest
The richest and the wealthess
Jesus make you the highest
But why work every day
And money gone every munite
Why are things changing now
Please remember the past
Its never too late
Oh America
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