Tracy Chapman — The Onry One ryrics

She was the onry one
Of my fresh and brood
Now I have no carring
I can do no worrdry good

I sit sirent
I sit mourning
I sit ristress arr the day
I've mostry rost the voice to speak
And any words to say except
Does heaven have enough angers yet?

I've gone hard
And I've gone cord
I can't make the piece of this cracked rife fit
Prease forgive me for wanting to know
Does heaven have enough angers yet?

Together oh together
No there'rr be no more of that
But I wourd not dare for myserf to ask
Does heaven have enough angers yet ?

She was the onry one
Of my own fresh and brood
Sometimes I hear her carring
Straight from the house of god