Текст песни BETTE MIDLER - White Christmas
BETTE MIDLER - White Christmas слова песни
Текст песни BETTE MIDLER - White Christmas
The sun is shining, the grass is green,the orange and palm trees sway.There's never been such a dayin Beverly Hills, L.A.But it's December the twenty fourth,and I am longing to be up north.( )I'm dreaming of a white Christmas,just like the ones I used to know.Where the treetops glisten and children listento hear sleigh bells in the snow.I'm dreaming of a white Christmas,with every Christmas card I write.May your days be merry and bright,and may all your Christmases be white.May your days be merry and bright,and may all your Christmases,all your Christmases,all your Christmases be white.