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1. |
| 4:17 | ||||
2. |
| 3:12 | ||||
3. |
| 2:40 | ||||
4. |
| 2:36 | ||||
5. |
| 3:30 | ||||
6. |
| 2:41 | ||||
7. |
| 2:28 | ||||
8. |
| 2:13 | ||||
9. |
| 3:05 | ||||
City sidewalks, busy sidewalks
Dressed in holiday style. In the air there's a feeling of Christmas. Children laughing, people passing, Metting smile after smile, And on every street corner you hear: Silver bells, silver bells, It's Christmas time in the city. Ring a ling, hear hem ring, Soon it will be Christhmas Day. Strings of street lights, even stop lights, blink a bight red and green, As the shoppers rush home with their treasures. Hear the snow crunch, see the kids bunch, This is Santa's big scene. And above all this bustle you hear. |
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10. |
| 3:34 | ||||
11. |
| 1:55 | ||||
가사 준비중 입니다..
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12. |
| 3:40 | ||||
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 th' angelic host proclaim, "Christ is born in Bethlehem." Hark! the herald angels sing, "Glory to the new-born King! Christ, by highest heaven adored: Christ, the everlasting Lord; Late in time behold him come, Offspring of the favoured one. Veiled in flesh, the Godhead see; Hail, th'incarnate Deity: Pleased, as man, with men to dwell, Jesus, our Emmanuel! Hark! the herald angels sing, "Glory to the new-born King! Hail! the heaven-born Prince of peace! Hail! the Son of Righteousness! Light and life to all he brings, Risen with healing in his wings Mild he lays his glory by, Born that man no more may die: Born to raise the son of earth, Born to give them second birth. Hark! the herald angels sing, "Glory to the new-born King !" |
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13. |
| 4:12 | ||||
Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Let your heart be light From now on your troubles will be out of sight, yeah Have yourself a merry little Christmas Make the Yuletide gay From now on your troubles will be miles away, oh ooh Here we are as in olden days Happy golden days of yore, ah Faithful friends who are dear to us Gather near to us, once more, ooh Through the years we all will be together If the fates allow Hang a shining star upon the highest bow, ohh And have yourself a merry little Christmas now Oooh... Faithful friends who are dear to us Gather near to us, once more, ohh Through the years we all will be together If the fates allow, oh yeah But 'til then we'll have to muddle through, somehow Oh yeah, oh ooh oh And have yourself a merry little Christmas now |
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14. |
| 2:34 | ||||
15. |
| 2:15 | ||||
16. |
| - | ||||
17. |
| 2:52 | ||||