Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại
Ca sĩ: Elvis Presley
A little less conversation, a little more action please. All this aggravation ain't satisfactioning me. A little more bite and a little less bark. A little less fight and a little more spark. Close your mouth and open up.
Tác giả: Chưa Biết
Ca sĩ: Elvis Presley
Ca sĩ khác: Tôn Diệu Uy; Richard Clayderman
And I love you so. The people ask me how. How I've lived till now. I tell them. I don't know. I guess they understand. How lonely life has been. But life began again. The day you took my hand. And yes I know how.
Tác giả: Chưa Biết
Ca sĩ: Elvis Presley & Martina McBride
Ca sĩ khác: Theunknown - XR12
I'll have a. Blue Christmas without you. I'll be so blue thinking about you. Decorations of red on a green. Christmastree. Won't be the same if you're not with me. And when those blue snowflake start falling. That's.
Tác giả: Tom Jones
Ca sĩ: Elvis Presley
I believe for ev'ry drop of rain that falls a flower grows. I believe that somewhere in the darkest night a candle glows. I believe for everyone who goes astray. Someone will come to show the way. I believe I believe. I.
Tác giả: Chưa Biết
AS THE SNOW FLIES. ON A COLD AND GRAY CHICAGO MORNIN'. A POOR LITTLE BABY CHILD IS BORN. IN THE GHETTO. AND HIS MAMA CRIES. CAUSE IF THERES ONE THING. THAT SHE DONT NEED. ITS ANOTHER HUNGRY MOUTH TO FEED. IN THE.
Tác giả: Chưa Biết
Ca sĩ: Elvis Presley
Ca sĩ khác: Angela Phương Trinh
You're sleeping son, i know. But, really, this can't wait. I wanted to explain. Before it gets too late. For your mother and me. Love has finally died. This is no happy home. But God knows how I've tried. Because.
Tác giả: Chưa Biết
ONE NIGHT WITH YOU. IS WHAT IM NOW PRAYING FOR. FOR THINGS THAT WE TWO COULD PLAN. WOULD MAKE MY DREAMS COME TRUE. JUST CALL MY NAME. AND ILL BE RIGHT BY YOUR SIDE. I WANT YOUR SWEET HELPING HAND. MY LOVES TOO STRONG.
Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại
Ca sĩ: Elvis Presley
Ca sĩ khác: Châu Hoa Kiện; Hòa Tấu; Lâm Nhật Tiến
Summer kisses, Winter tears. That was what she gave to me. Never thought that I'd travel all alone. The trail of memories. Happy hours, lonely years. But I guess I can't complain. For I still recall the Summer sun. Through.