with your Christmas of white But I?ll have a blue Christmas You?ll be doing alright with your Christmas of white But I?ll have a blue, blue Christmas
blue Christmas, that's certain; And when that blue heartache starts hurting, You'll be doing all right With your Christmas of white, But I'll have a blue, blue
Traduzione: Christmas Songs. Christmas Man Blues.
Christmas Without you to hold It'll be lonely this Christmas Lonely and cold It'll be cold, so cold (cold, so cold) Without you to hold This Christmas (This Christmas
those blue memories start calling You'll be doing alright with your Christmas of white, But I'll have a blue blue Christmas I'll have a blue Christmas
in the dark Christmas in Burkley Heights We bring the party and we keep it so tight Christmas in Burkley Heights We bring the party and we kill it all night Christmas
Hey why don't you write a song about this? You can call it I got punched in the nose, for sticking my face in other peoples business. [Laughs] Sounds like a country song
town You and I let's fool around the letter's on its way, kiss me dear on Christmas day December's not so blue, December's not so blue not so blue
shiny new, baby blue, convertible. Hey santa can you bring me everything. ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Hey Santa can I sing this song to you, sing to you
tune--I, I was particularly impressed with it--A Blue Christmas. Well, I... sort of picked out that song to sing for myself. I, I love the song and uh
[Fly Ty] Alright Aha Juice Crew Christmas time We gon' do a real Christmas song [Marley Marl in the background] Go for it, Kane [VERSE 1: Big Daddy
I'll make you black and blue A little song I think that Santa Claus is through And he got a nose as red as you know who I'm drinking up Christmas! Cause
can this be Christmas without Carol, oooooh without Carol How come the blue blue Christmas Elvis used to sing about Never raised my suspicions Now it's the only song
a Chelsea morning, And the first thing that I heard, Was a song outside my window, And the traffic wrote the words, It came ringing up like christmas
G.] Growing up in the ghetto, wasn't no love for us G's Mama's waiting in line, in hours for the government cheese Christmas trees had 'empty, man that
