Other Exercises
Viva La Vida (Cover) 
Medium
by Taylor Swift
Fill In the blanks, then press Score to check your answers
I used to rule the world
would rise when I the word
Now in the I alone
Sweep the I used to own
I to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my eyes
Listen as the would sing
Now the old king is dead
live the king
One minute I held the keys
Next the doors were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt
Pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem a-ringing
Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For reason I explain
Once you go there was never
an honest word
But was when I ruled the world
It was a wicked and wild wind
Blew down the to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn’t believe what I’d become
Revolutionaries wait
For my on a plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
(Oh) who would ever wanna be king?
I bells a-ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For I can’t explain
I know Saint Peter won’t call my name
an honest word
But that was I ruled the world
For some I can’t explain
I know Saint Peter won’t call my name
an honest word
But was when I ruled the world
would rise when I the word
Now in the I alone
Sweep the I used to own
I to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my eyes
Listen as the would sing
Now the old king is dead
live the king
One minute I held the keys
Next the doors were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt
Pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem a-ringing
Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For reason I explain
Once you go there was never
an honest word
But was when I ruled the world
It was a wicked and wild wind
Blew down the to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn’t believe what I’d become
Revolutionaries wait
For my on a plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
(Oh) who would ever wanna be king?
I bells a-ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For I can’t explain
I know Saint Peter won’t call my name
an honest word
But that was I ruled the world
For some I can’t explain
I know Saint Peter won’t call my name
an honest word
But was when I ruled the world
Click any word to get definition.
( Automatic Translation )
Con tecnología de Microsoft® Translator
