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sing. Got a feeling that takes you home. Got a melody of his own. Let the little boy sing Let the little boy try. Let the little boy buy. He can take you along. On the wings of his song. Let the
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Oh, little town of Bethlehem. How still we see thee lie. Above thy deep and dreamless. Sleep the silent stars go by. Yet in they dark streets shineth. The everlasting light. The hopes and fears
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Theme From "Summer Of '42"- Ray Conniff, The Singers. The summer smiles, the summer knows, . And unashamed, she sheds her clothes. . The summer smoothes the restless sky . And lovingly she warms the
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thy holy birth. And praises sing to God the king. And peace to men on earth Oh little town of Bethlehem. How still we see thee lie. Above thy deep and dreamless sleep. The silent stars go by Yet in
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thy holy birth. And praises sing to God the king. And peace to men on earth Oh little town of Bethlehem. How still we see thee lie. Above thy deep and dreamless sleep. The silent stars go by Yet in
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thy holy birth. And praises sing to God the king. And peace to men on earth Oh little town of Bethlehem. How still we see thee lie. Above thy deep and dreamless sleep. The silent stars go by Yet in
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thy holy birth. And praises sing to God the king. And peace to men on earth Oh little town of Bethlehem. How still we see thee lie. Above thy deep and dreamless sleep. The silent stars go by Yet in
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You don't need no high I. Q. To get right down and sing the blues. If you're down, here's what to do. Me and my guitar will sing for you Oh, little Rachel, oh. Oh, little Rachel, oh. Oh, little
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bit. I'm going crazy and you're causing it. Little by little, bit by bit. I should stop caring but my love won't quit I'm the queen of fools, know the deck is stacked. On a losing streak but I'm a
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them,. Along the little road to Bethlehem. Beside an open door as I drew nigh,. I heard sweet Mary sing a lullaby. She sang about the lambs at close of day,. And rocked her tiny King among the hay
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they're on death row. Hear the angels sing. The junky cries for love, but it's all run out. When the angels sing The sins of the world and it's cold on the streets. When you're all alone. And the tears
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they're on death row. Hear the angels sing. The junky cries for love, but it's all run out. When the angels sing The sins of the world and it's cold on the streets. When you're all alone. And the tears
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birth. And praises sing to God the king, and peace to men on Earth. O' little town of Bethlehem, how still we see thee lie. Above thy deep and dreamless sleep, the silent stars go by. Yet in thy dark
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. . And every bit the little girl. Every bit the little girl. Every bit the little girl. . Sunsets in her eyes. . It's cooler now. An opening of the senses. She's snowy wise. Lined and kind
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Little death, witchy hex. Leave disturbance in my head. Cowboy mouth, Indian blood. Little death, the perfect curse Little death, thief of fire. Love you baby 'til the day I die. Cloven hoof
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, we lived in Arizona. And the skies always had little fluffy clouds. And they moved down, they were long and clear. And there were lots of stars at night And when it would rain it would all turn, it
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identified with one of the greatest singers who ever lived. but, the lyrics felt so right, so relevant tonight that. what the hell, I decided to sing it. but I would like to dedicate it to th. Nderful woman
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today to His love. (Incomprehensible). (Incomprehensible) Little church bells ringing out at Christmas time. Reminding us that the star of love still shines. Not just at Christmas but every day Little
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tiO Little Town of Bethlehem. arSarah McLachlan. alWintersong. o little town of bethlehem. how still we see thee lie. above thy deep and dreamless sleep. the silent stars go by. yet in thy dark
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O little town of Bethlehem,. How still we see thee lie. Above thy deep and dreamless sleep. The silent stars go by Yet in thy dark streets shineth. The everlasting light. The hopes and fears of
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O little town of Bethlehem,. How still we see thee lie. Above thy deep and dreamless sleep. The silent stars go by Yet in thy dark streets shineth. The everlasting light. The hopes and fears of
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surrounds his name with hearts and flowers. Talks on the telephone for hours and hours. With the bird in his hand and two on a string. The words of love have an imitation ring You little fool, little fool
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Bài hát Rhythm Of The Rain - The Cascades. Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain . Telling me just what a fool I've been . I wish that it would go and let me cry in vain . And let me be alone
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breezes seem to whisper "I love you". Birds singin' in the sycamore tree. Dream a little dream of me. Say "nighty-night" and kiss me. Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me. While I'm alone and blue
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. Send a smile and show you care. I'll give a little bit. I'll give a little bit of my love to you. So give a little bit. Give a little bit of your time to me. See the man with the lonely eyes. Take his
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. Send a smile and show you care. I'll give a little bit. I'll give a little bit of my love to you. So give a little bit. Give a little bit of your time to me. See the man with the lonely eyes. Take his
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cold empty spot in your big brass bed When you're mad at the world. And you feeling like you're losing control. All you need to get by is a little bit of soul. Oh a little bit of soul, yeah Now when
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Coke. And you sit here beside me. Take a little long my heart again. So we can feel whatever you feel. Together we will, together at. No one can stop me when I taste the feeling. Nothing could ever bring
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wanna take your hand in mine. . When I am feelin' sad. I sing a little song. Beyond the wall of tears. Nobody' s right or wrong. . In the city, in the meadow. In the village, in the park. On the
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O little town of Bethlehem. How still we see thee lie. Above thy deep and dreamless sleep. The silent stars go by. Yet in thy dark streets shineth. The everlasting Light. The hopes and fears of
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O little town of Bethlehem. How still we see thee lie. Above thy deep and dreamless sleep. The silent stars go by Yet in thy dark street shine. The everlasting light. The hopes and fears of all
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I gotta right to sing the blues. I gotta right to moan inside. I gotta right to sit and cry. Down around the river A certain man in this little town. Keeps draggin' my poor heart around. All I
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Him flowers, bring him flowers. Dooy dai dooy dai dooy dai da. Make of them a crown, gently lay it down. Where the little Jesus sleeps
