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Bài hát Hark! The Herald Angels Sing (Interlude) - Mariah Carey. Hark! The herald angels sing. Glory to the new born King
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you're in the hands of angels. Life is oh so sweet. And you feel the love. Down deep inside. Even out there on the street In the hands of angels
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I met her in church, I met her in church. On a Sunday mornin'. She looked at me, with eyes aglow. As the choir sang a 'Hallelujah'. (Hallelujah) I met her in church, I met her in church
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I met her in church, I met her in church. On a Sunday mornin'. She looked at me, with eyes aglow. As the choir sang a 'Hallelujah'. (Hallelujah) I met her in church, I met her in church
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I met her in church, I met her in church. On a Sunday mornin'. She looked at me, with eyes aglow. As the choir sang a 'Hallelujah'. (Hallelujah) I met her in church, I met her in church
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So high above the world tonight. The angels watch us sleeping. And underneath a bridge of stars. We dream in safety's keeping. But perhaps the dream. Is dreaming us. Soaring with the seagulls
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Callin' out around the world. Are you ready for a brand new beat?. Summer's here and the time is right. For dancin' in the street (dancin’ in the street). . They're dancin' in Chicago (dancin
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Where do all the hippies meet?. South Street, South Street. Where the dancin' is elite. South Street, South Street. . Alive by side we're loose and neat,. When we're stompin' down the street
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Where do all the hippies meet?. South Street, South Street. Where the dancin' is elite. South Street, South Street. . Alive by side we're loose and neat,. When we're stompin' down the street
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Where do all the hippies meet?. South Street, South Street. Where the dancin' is elite. South Street, South Street. . Alive by side we're loose and neat,. When we're stompin' down the street
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wanna blow 'em off in my first heat. Summer's here and the time is right. For racin' in the street We take all the action we can meet. And we cover all the northeast state. When the strip shuts down
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'em off in my first heat. Summers here and the time is right. For racing in the street. . We take all the action we can meet. And we cover all the north-east states. And when the strip shuts down
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Snow falling right on time. Another church bell chimes. And we're only hours away. From the light of Christmas Day. ♪. The choir so sweet and clear. Somehow we made it here. The faithful and the ones
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Three angels up above the street. Each one playing a horn. Dressed in green robes with wings that stick out. They're been there since Christmas morn' The wildest cat from Montana passes by in a
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Song The Angels - Earl Scruggs. Sometimes I feel like an innocent one. To deserve this fate what I have I ever done. I know that I made all the rules. But time can even change the hopeless ways of
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We meet and the angels sing. The angels sing the sweetest song I ever heard. You speak and the angels sing. Or am I breathing music into every word?. . Suddenly, the setting is strange. I can
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Walking down a foggy London street one day. Listenin' to the rhythm of my feet. Everything in my life was going O. K. I bad some extra money, and all my bills. Were paid. . Should I stash this
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At last we meet again. Dear God, hear the angels sing. The funerals are nicer when we know you're there. When the angels sing Sometimes I try so hard to understand. The things you do. Who am I
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At last we meet again. Dear God, hear the angels sing. The funerals are nicer when we know you're there. When the angels sing Sometimes I try so hard to understand. The things you do. Who am I
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Callin' out around the world. Are you ready for a brand new beat. Summer's here and the time is right. For dancing in the street (dancing in the street). They're dancing in Chicago (dancing in
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my pain walks down a one way street. I look above. And I know I'll always be blessed with love. And as the feeling grows. She breathes flesh to my bones. And when love is dead. I'm loving angels
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City of the angels. City of the angels Walkin' and talkin' and laughin' about. Dreamin' the things that you won't will work out. People in places where you want to be. I'm lost in the city, who's
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Hark the herald angels sing. "Glory to the newborn King". Peace on earth and mercy mild. God and sinners reconciled Joyful, all ye nations rise. Join the triumph of the skies. With angelic host
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look around and you'll see. Ordinary angels It could be someone walking down the street. A stranger on a bus. A little kid on his way to school. Or any one of us We all got a little superman, ready
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Walking all alone in the Southern rain. By graveyards and battlefields that blood still stains. Back to a time when the angels came. Walking all alone in the Southern rain. In the forests and the
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Three angels up above the street. Each one playing a horn. Dressed in green robes with wings that stick out. They're been there since Christmas morn'. The wildest cat from Montana passes by in a
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did yesterday. I won't think of tomorrow or the price I pay. I drink from the well, my soul is dry. I never know why All I want is for your love to be all mine. But the angels won't have it. All I
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You want to dance with the angels?. Then embroider me with gold, and I will fly with the angels,. And you can dance with me. Sing with the angels?. Then show me a song, and I will strum with the
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Hark! The herald angels sing. Glory to the new born King. Peace on earth and mercy mild. God and sinners reconciled Joyful all ye nations rise. Join the triumph of the skies. With the angelic
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words. Hark! The herald angels sing. Glory to the newborn king. Hail! The heav'n-born prince of peace. Hail! The son of righteousness. Hark! The herald angels sing. Glory to the newborn king. Peace
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Hark the Herald angels sing. Glory to the new born King. Peace on earth and mercy mild. God and sinners reconciled Joyful all ye nations rise. Join the triumph of the skies. With angelic host
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hope to die. You got yours, and I got mine, I'm gonna get what's comin' to ya 'Cause the street giveth and the street taketh away. Where there's no blind justice, no way Hey man, don't you understand
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friends all scattered like wintswept leaves. there was noone there to fullfil her needs. in the fountain of youth she dove too deep. She dove to the bottom where the angels sleep The cold in her heart
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. The questions that he copied from his heart. Who am I in this lonely world?. Where will I make my bed tonight?. When twilight turns to dark Questions for the angels. Who believes in angels? Fools do
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Hanging out, down the street. The same old thing we did last week. Not a thing to do. But talk to you Steal your car, and bring it down. Pick me up, we'll drive around. Wish we had. A joint so
