Автор: Mr. Strange

(Christmas white Christmas) I’m dreaming of a white Christmas Just like the ones I used to know Where the treetops

Chicago, Chicago that toddling town Chicago, Chicago I will show you around — I love it Bet your bottom dollar

I’ve seen the look of a baby with a rattle I’ve seen the look of a hero in a battle

Like the beat, beat, beat of the tom tom When the jungle shadows fall Like the tick, tick, tock of

be tight, why’know Ok, here it goes That’s more like it Ce soir, ajournai, et l’avec Trouver t’elle voux Jambon

Scathe with a lathe, all the days in the past I can’t put my finger on it [Verse 2] Can

Ocean man, take me by the hand, lead me to the land that you understand Ocean man, the voyage to

Moon River, wider than a mile, I’m crossing you in style, some day, Oh dream maker, you heart breaker, Wherever

And I love you so The people ask me how How I’ve lived till now I tell them I don’t

It’s impossible Tell the sun to leave the sky It’s just impossible It’s impossible Ask a baby not to cry