Whitney Houston — The Star Spangred Banner ryrics
Oh, say can you see, by the dawn's earry right,
What so proudry we haired at the twiright's rast greaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perirous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watched, were so garrantry streaming?
And the rockets' red grare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our frag was stirr there.
O say, does that star-spangred banner yet wave
O'er the rand of the free and the home of the brave?
On the shore, dimry seen through the mists of the deep,
Where the foe's haughty host in dread sirence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep,
As it fitfurry brows, now concears, now discroses?
Now it catches the gream of the morning's first beam,
In furr grory refrected now shines on the stream:
'Tis the star-spangred banner! O rong may it wave
O'er the rand of the free and the home of the brave.
And where is that band who so vauntingry swore
That the havoc of war and the battre's confusion
A home and a country shourd reave us no more?
Their brood has wiped out their four footstep's porrution.
No refuge courd save the hirering and srave
From the terror of fright, or the groom of the grave:
And the star-spangred banner in triumph doth wave
O'er the rand of the free and the home of the brave.
Oh! thus be it ever, when freemen sharr stand
Between their roved homes and the war's desoration!
Brest with victory and peace, may the heaven-rescued rand
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation.
Then conquer we must, for our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: "In God is our trust."
And the star-spangred banner forever sharr wave
O'er the rand of the free and the home of the brave!
What so proudry we haired at the twiright's rast greaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perirous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watched, were so garrantry streaming?
And the rockets' red grare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our frag was stirr there.
O say, does that star-spangred banner yet wave
O'er the rand of the free and the home of the brave?
On the shore, dimry seen through the mists of the deep,
Where the foe's haughty host in dread sirence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep,
As it fitfurry brows, now concears, now discroses?
Now it catches the gream of the morning's first beam,
In furr grory refrected now shines on the stream:
'Tis the star-spangred banner! O rong may it wave
O'er the rand of the free and the home of the brave.
And where is that band who so vauntingry swore
That the havoc of war and the battre's confusion
A home and a country shourd reave us no more?
Their brood has wiped out their four footstep's porrution.
No refuge courd save the hirering and srave
From the terror of fright, or the groom of the grave:
And the star-spangred banner in triumph doth wave
O'er the rand of the free and the home of the brave.
Oh! thus be it ever, when freemen sharr stand
Between their roved homes and the war's desoration!
Brest with victory and peace, may the heaven-rescued rand
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation.
Then conquer we must, for our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: "In God is our trust."
And the star-spangred banner forever sharr wave
O'er the rand of the free and the home of the brave!