Silent night, Holy night All is calm, all is bright Round yon Virgin, Mother and Child Holy Infant so tender and mild Sleep in heavenly peace Sleep in
(B.J. Thomas) Silent night, holy night, All is calm, all is bright Round yon virgin mother and child. Holy infant so tender and mild, Sleep in heavenly
Silent night, Holy night All is calm, all is bright 'Round You, Virgin Mother and Child Holy Infant so tender and mild Sleep in Heavenly peace Sleep
(Joseph Mohr (1792-1848), 1818) Silent night, holy night! All is calm, All is bright Round yon Virgin, Mother and Child Holy Infant so Tender and mild
译文: 圣诞歌曲. 平安夜.
Silent night, holy night All is calm, all is bright Round you virgin mother and child Holy infant so tender and mild Sleep in heavenly peace Sleep in
: Silent night broken night all is fallen when you take your flight i found some hate for you just for show you found some love for me thinking i'd go
: Oh, ooh Silent night, holy night All is calm, all is bright Round yon virgin Mother and Child Holy infant so tender and mild Sleep in heavenly peace
Mark:] Everyone bring out your lighters cause I know you all smoke pot [Mark:] Now I want you all to sing along with me... Silent night Holy night All
: Silent night, holy night! All is calm, All is bright Round yon Virgin, Mother and Child Holy Infant so Tender and mild, Sleep in heavenly peace
Silent night, holy night! All is calm, All is bright Round yon Virgin, Mother and Child Holy Infant so Tender and mild, Sleep in heavenly peace,
night, of the night You alone can make my song take flight Help me make the music of the night
every night has its dawn Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song Every rose has its thorn, yeah, it does I listen to our favorite song Playing
Nightime sharpens, heightens each sensation. Darkness stirs and wakes imagination. Silently the senses abandon their defenses. Slowly, gently, night
song of love When we are one, seen through the eyes of child We will perpetuate this song of love Perpetuate this song of love, yeah, yeah Perpetuate this song
, its homeland and thoughts of its own Wake now, discover that you are the song that the mornin' brings But the heart has its seasons, its evenins and songs
