O come all ye faithful Joyful and triumphant O come ye, o come ye to Bethlehem Come and behold Him Born the King of angels O come, let us adore Him
O come all ye faithful Joyful and triumphant O come ye, o come ye to Bethlehem Come and behold Him Born the King of angels O come, let us adore Him O
(Attributed to John Francis Wade (ca. 1711-1786)) O come, all ye faithful, Joyful and triumphant, O come ye, O come ye to Bethlehem; Come and behold
Traduzione: Christmas Songs. Oh Come All Ye Faithful.
: O come all ye faithful Joyful and triumphant O come ye, o come ye to Bethlehem Come and behold Him Born the King of angels O come, let us adore Him
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(Vince Gill) O come, all ye faithful, joyful and triumphant, Come ye, O come ye, to Bethlehem. Come and behold Him, born the King of angels; O come
finest combs stuck under my thumb As opposed to the loaded nose who pray Armageddon is numb And that's unevenly rendered To those who grew up thinking faith
bumping the hits To get my bucket of chips From the Bloods and the Crips To the skateboarding chicks Put the Atmosphere on your Christmas wishlist Put the Atmosphere on your Christmas
man is born! Are not all our hearts too singing, Welcome, welcome, Christmas morn? Still the Child, all power possessing, Smiles as through the ages past; And the song of Christmas
Through the frosty air they go They are not just plain deer They're the fastest deer I know (Ho! Ho!) You must believe that on Christmas Eve I won't
Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree, What happiness befalls me When oft at Joyous Christmas-time Your form inspires My song and rhyme. O Christmas Tree, O Christmas
big Grinch Stole Christmas Re-Up time and it's the work that we bringing out Hot off the wire, Faith tell 'em whachu thinking bout [Verse - Faith Evans
the son of god once showed his face upon my tortilla since that day faith's renewed he won't let me faulter he guides me down a golden path he shields
to wake up on Christmas day It seems like you just don't understand Losing faith in holidays that slip right through my hands I'm hoping if you hear this song
God, the electric version The power and blood will pulse through your song, just as long as it sounds lost, streaming out of the magnets Strung together like Christmas
cause No cause could be so worthy If love is a drug, I guess we're all sober If hope is a song, I guess it's all over How to have faith, when faith
