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Kenny Rogers
Kenny Rogers


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Настоящее имя Kenneth Donald Rogers
Дата рождения 21 августа 1938 г.
Откуда Houston, Texas, United States
Жанры Country
Country Pop
Rock
Годы 1958—н.в.
Лейблы RCA Records
Atlantic Records
Reprise Records
Mercury Records
Curb Records
WEA International Inc.
Capitol Nashville Records
См. также Dolly Parton
Juice Newton
Glen Campbell
The New Christy Minstrels
The First Edition
Dottie West
Sheena Easton
Kim Carnes
Сайт Website



Альбом Kenny Rogers



2000
1.
White Christmas
2.
3.
O Holy Night
4.
5.
Kids
6.
7.
Christmas Is My Favorite Time of Year
8.
9.
10.
My Favorite Things
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White Christmas

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Hark! how the bells, sweet silver bells
All seem to say, throw cares away
Christmas is here, bringing good cheer
To young and old, meek and the bold
Ding, dong, ding, dong, that is their song
With joyful ring, all carolling.

One seems to hear, words of good cheer
From everywhere, filling the air
Oh, how they pound, raising their sound
O'er hill and dale, telling their tail
Gaily they ring, while people sing
Songs of good cheer, Christmas is here.

Merry, merry, merry, merry Christmas
Merry, merry, merry, merry Christmas.

On, on they send, on without end
Their joyful tone, to every home
Hark! how the bells, sweet silver bells
All seem to say, throw cares away.

Christmas is here, bringing good cheer
To young and old, meek and the bold
Ding dong, ding, dong, that is their song
With joyful ring, all carolling
One seems to hear, words of good cheer
From everywhere, filling the air
O, how they pound, raising their sound
O'er hill and dale, telling their tail
Gaily they ring, while people sing
Songs of good cheer, Christmas is here.

Merry, merry, merry, merry Christmas
Merry, merry, merry, merry Christmas.

On, on they send, on without end
Their joyful tone, to every home
Hark! how the bells, sweet silver bells
All seem to say, throw cares away.

Hallelujah
Hallelujah - Christmas is here.
Hallelujah - Christmas is here.
Hallelujah - Christmas is here.
Hallelujah - Christmas is here.
Hallelujah - Christmas is here.
Hallelujah - Christmas is here.
Hallelujah - Christmas is here.
Hallelujah - Christmas is here...

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O Holy Night

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He was born so far away
So the story's told
We remember Christmas day
When winter days grow cold

With the time it passes by
We put away the trim
Then we live and wonder why
We can't remember Him

The Christmas star shines once a year
And then it fades away
Keep the spirit in your heart
It's Christmas everyday
(Christmas everyday)

It's not the bells and it's not the snow
And it's not the gifts we get
But He was born so long ago
It's easy to forget

Peace on earth, goodwill to men
But men can't go alone
We get lost along the way
But He can bring us home

Remember Him throughout the year
Without the star above
He left us all a Christmas gift
He left the gift of love

The Christmas star shines once a year
And then it fades away
Keep the spirit in your heart
And it's Christmas everyday

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Kids

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They shut down the mine last summer, we're gettin' by on welfare
It's Christmas Eve, I'm walkin' home, not a dollar to my name
Night is almost on me, a night I'm almost dreading
No store bought gifts to open, but there'll be Christmas just the same

It's just another ho-omemade Christmas i-in Kentucky
Just odds and ends I fashioned with my hear-eart and with my hands
It's just another ho-omemade Christmas i-in Kentucky
Our fine and fancy homemade love, God's precious gi-ift from up above
Make up the homemade Christmas of this poor Kentucky man

There's a brand new Barlow knife with a shiny wooden handle
Gleamin' in the window down at Galen Johnson's store
My wide eyed little Billy Boy, his face pressed to the window
Too young for understandin' what it means to be so poor

It's just another ho-omemade Christmas i-in Kentucky
Just odds and ends I fashioned with my heart and with my hands
It's just another ho-omemade Christmas i-in Kentucky
Our fine and fancy homemade love, God's precious gi-ift from up above
Make up the homemade Christmas of this poor Kentucky man

Little Linda ain't no baby, hell she turns thirtee-een in April
She's been dreamin' about that dolly in the window for half her life
She's old enough to realise that it ain't never comin'
I'd damn near rob a bank to get that doll and Billy's knife

It's just another ho-omemade Christmas i-in Kentucky
Just odds and ends I fashioned with my hear-eart and with my ha-ands
It's just another ho-omemade Christmas i-in Kentucky
Our fine and fancy homemade love, God's precious gi-ift from up above
Make up the homemade Christmas of this poor Kentucky man

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Christmas Is My Favorite Time of Year

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(Swee-ee-ee-eet)

Sweet little Jesus boy
They made You be born in a manger
Sweet little Holy child
They didn't know who You were.

Didn't know You'd come to save us Lord
To take our sins away
Our eyes were blind
And we could not see
We didn't know who You were.

A long time ago
You were born in a manger, Lord
Sweet little Jesus Boy (Sweet Jesus boy)
Now the world treated You mean, Lord
And it's been treatin' me mean too
But that's how things are done now, yeah (Sweet)
We didn't know it was You.

You done told us how
And we are a-tryin'
Master, You done showed us how (how)
Even when you were dyin' (when you were dyin')
It just seems like we can't do right (do right)
Look how we treated you, yeah
Please, please, forgive us Lord
We didn't know it was you.

Sweet little Jesus boy (Sweet little Jesus)
Born a long time ago
Sweet little Holy child
We didn't know who You were...

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When a child is born

A ray of hope flickers in the sky
A tiny star lights up way up high
All across the land dawns a brand new morn'
This comes to pass when a child is born.

A silent wish sails the seven seas
The winds of change whisper in the trees
And the walls of doubt crumble, tossed and torn
This comes to pass when a child is born.

A rosy hue settles all around
You got the feel, you're on solid ground
For a spell or two no-one seems forlorn
This comes to pass when a child is born.

And all of this happens because the world is waiting
Waiting for one child, black, white, yellow - no one knows
But a child that will grow up and turn tears to laughter
Hate to love, war to peace and everyone to everyone's neighbour
And misery and suffering will be words to be forgotten, forever.

It's all a dream, an illusion now
It must come true sometime soon somehow
All across the land dawns a brand new morn'
This comes to pass when a child is born.

This comes to pass when a child is born.
Is born.
Is born...

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My Favorite Things

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