| Song | Sending Me Angels |
| Artist | Delbert McClinton |
| Album | One of the Fortunate Few |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Miller, Williams | |
| I walked down to the river | |
| Stood on the shore | |
| Seems like the devil's always tryin' | |
| To get in my door | |
| Just when I thought I | |
| Couldn't take it anymore | |
| Here he came again | |
| My friend | |
| He keeps sending me angels, | |
| From up on high | |
| He keeps sending me angels, | |
| To teach me to fly | |
| He keeps sending me angels, | |
| Sweet and true | |
| He keeps sending me angels, | |
| Just... like... you... | |
| As I stand on this mountain | |
| Face to the wind, | |
| Amazed by the number of times I have sinned, | |
| And the countless number of enemies | |
| That should have been friends | |
| Here he comes again, | |
| My friend | |
| He keeps sending me angels, | |
| Here they come a-flyin' | |
| He keeps sending me angels, | |
| To keep me from cryin' | |
| He keeps sending me angels, | |
| Sweet and true | |
| He keeps sending me angels, | |
| Just... like... you... | |
| Some say that it's comin' | |
| I say it's already here | |
| The love that's among us through | |
| The joy and the fear | |
| When I look into your eyes | |
| Everything is so clear | |
| My friend, here he comes again | |
| He keeps sending me angels, | |
| From up on high | |
| He keeps sending me angels, | |
| To teach me to fly | |
| He keeps sending me angels, | |
| Sweet and true | |
| He keeps sending me angels, | |
| Just... like... you... |
| zuo ci : Miller, Williams | |
| I walked down to the river | |
| Stood on the shore | |
| Seems like the devil' s always tryin' | |
| To get in my door | |
| Just when I thought I | |
| Couldn' t take it anymore | |
| Here he came again | |
| My friend | |
| He keeps sending me angels, | |
| From up on high | |
| He keeps sending me angels, | |
| To teach me to fly | |
| He keeps sending me angels, | |
| Sweet and true | |
| He keeps sending me angels, | |
| Just... like... you... | |
| As I stand on this mountain | |
| Face to the wind, | |
| Amazed by the number of times I have sinned, | |
| And the countless number of enemies | |
| That should have been friends | |
| Here he comes again, | |
| My friend | |
| He keeps sending me angels, | |
| Here they come aflyin' | |
| He keeps sending me angels, | |
| To keep me from cryin' | |
| He keeps sending me angels, | |
| Sweet and true | |
| He keeps sending me angels, | |
| Just... like... you... | |
| Some say that it' s comin' | |
| I say it' s already here | |
| The love that' s among us through | |
| The joy and the fear | |
| When I look into your eyes | |
| Everything is so clear | |
| My friend, here he comes again | |
| He keeps sending me angels, | |
| From up on high | |
| He keeps sending me angels, | |
| To teach me to fly | |
| He keeps sending me angels, | |
| Sweet and true | |
| He keeps sending me angels, | |
| Just... like... you... |
| zuò cí : Miller, Williams | |
| I walked down to the river | |
| Stood on the shore | |
| Seems like the devil' s always tryin' | |
| To get in my door | |
| Just when I thought I | |
| Couldn' t take it anymore | |
| Here he came again | |
| My friend | |
| He keeps sending me angels, | |
| From up on high | |
| He keeps sending me angels, | |
| To teach me to fly | |
| He keeps sending me angels, | |
| Sweet and true | |
| He keeps sending me angels, | |
| Just... like... you... | |
| As I stand on this mountain | |
| Face to the wind, | |
| Amazed by the number of times I have sinned, | |
| And the countless number of enemies | |
| That should have been friends | |
| Here he comes again, | |
| My friend | |
| He keeps sending me angels, | |
| Here they come aflyin' | |
| He keeps sending me angels, | |
| To keep me from cryin' | |
| He keeps sending me angels, | |
| Sweet and true | |
| He keeps sending me angels, | |
| Just... like... you... | |
| Some say that it' s comin' | |
| I say it' s already here | |
| The love that' s among us through | |
| The joy and the fear | |
| When I look into your eyes | |
| Everything is so clear | |
| My friend, here he comes again | |
| He keeps sending me angels, | |
| From up on high | |
| He keeps sending me angels, | |
| To teach me to fly | |
| He keeps sending me angels, | |
| Sweet and true | |
| He keeps sending me angels, | |
| Just... like... you... |