Nhạc sĩ: Richard Rodgers
Lời đăng bởi: 86_15635588878_1671185229650
When you walk through a storm, hold your head up high, and don't be afraid of the dark.At the end of the storm is a golden sky, and a sweet silver song of a lark.Walk on through the wind.Walk on.Walk on through the rain, though your dreams be tossed and blown.Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart, and you'll never walk alone.You'll never walk alone.When you walk through a storm, hold your head up high, and don't be afraid of the dark.At the end of the storm is a golden sky, and a sweet silver song of a lark.And the sweet silver song of a larkWalk on through the windWalk on through the rainThough your dreams be tossed and blownWalk on, walk onWith hope in your heartAnd you'll never walk aloneYou'll never walk alone
