Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Cliff Richard
The Child is a King, the Carolers sing, the old is passed there's a new beginning. Dreams of Santa, dreams of snow, fingers numb, faces aglow. Christmas time, mistletoe and wine. Children singing Christian rhyme. With.
Tác giả: Chưa Biết
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Chưa Biết
C is for the candy trimmed around the. Christmas tree. H is for the happiness with all the family. R is for the reindeer prancing by the window pane. And I is for the icing on the cake as sweet as sugar cane. S is for.
Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại
Chestnut roasting on an open fire. Jack Frost nipping at your nose. Although it's been said many times many ways. Merry Christmas to you. Sleigh bells ring, are you listening, in the lane, snow is glistening. A beautiful.
Tác giả: Chưa Biết
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Chưa Biết
Kookaburra sits in the old gum tree. Merry merry king of the bush is he laugh. Kookaburra laugh. Kookaburra. Gay your life must be. Kookaburra sits in the old gum tree. Eating all the gumdrops he can see. Stop.
Tác giả: Britney Spears
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Ánh Minh
Last night I took a walk in the snow. Couples holding hands, places to go. Seems like everyone but me is in love. Santa can you hear me. I signed my letter that I sealed with a kiss. I sent it off. It just said this. I.
Tác giả: John
Rock a bye baby on the tree top. When the winds blow the cradle will rock. When the bough breaks the cradle will fall. And down will come baby cradle and all. Rock a bye baby on the tree top. When the winds blow the.
Tác giả: Dawn.
I'm coming home. I've done my time. Now I've got to know what is and is it mine. If you received my letter telling you I'd soon be free. Then you'll know just what to do if you still want me. If you still want me. Oh, tie.
Tác giả: Bread
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Chưa Biết
I found her diary underneath a tree. And started reading about me. The words she'd written took me by surprised. You'd never read them in her eyes. They said that she had found. The love she'd waited for. Wouldn't you.
Tác giả: Chưa Biết
The old hometown looks the same as I step down from the train. And there to meet me is my Mama and Papa and down the road I look and there runs. Mary hair of gold and lips like cherries it's good to touch the green green.
Tác giả: Chưa Biết
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Roger Miller; Tom Jones
THE OLD HOME TOWN LOOKS THE SAME. AS I STEP DOWN FROM THE TRAIN. AND THERE TO MEET ME. IS MY MAMA AND PAPA. DOWN THE ROAD I LOOK. AND THERE RUNS MARY. HAIR OF GOLD. AND LIPS LIKE CHERRIES. IT'S GOOD TO TOUCH THE.