can hear that highway sound. Carol! Don't let him steal your heart away. Well I'm gonna love you darling If it takes me all night and day. Whoa, Carol! Oh, Carol
Traduction: The Doors. Carol.
beneath the tree Don't you know the best thing you could give to me Nothin' else will do, All I want is you this Christmas Children sing (children sing) Christmas carols at our door
(Carole King) When you're down and troubled And you need some loving care And nothing, nothing is going right Close your eyes and think of me And soon
wherever you go Trees with full branches were the first ones to go I remember the children who came to the door And sang out the carols we all used to
Fa Eva Thuggin Baby Da Same Nigga Dats Y Da Streets Still Luv Me Baby Bitch Im From Dade County See Ima 7 Trea, Chevrolet, Impala, Dunk Rider I Blo Ya Doors
(Music and Lyrics: Carol Hall) It's just a little bitty pissant country place Ain't nothin' much to see No drinking allowed, we get a nice quiet crowd
Candles burning Lots of mistletoe Lots of snow and ice Everywhere we go Choir singing carols Right outside my door Chorus All these things and more
much I love you Hallejiah It's bout time I found someone Whose gonna love me For me Hey Miss Beloved Since you come into my life And unlocked the door
one could see That Cynthia Wesley's dark number was three. Her prayers and her feelings would shame you and me. And the choirs kept singing of Freedom. Young Carol Robertson entered the door
carolers in the distance Don't wanna listen 'Cause every sound says You're not here Just in case you change your mind I'll leave a light over the door
(by Carole King) When you're down and troubled and you need a helping hand and nothing, whoa nothing is going right. Close your eyes and think of me
There's a box on the floor full of secrets It won't be opened Here older boys and girls would play All inhibitions were left behind As the door would
rap about you're Lil Haiti connections? Nigga you don't even know a real zo But I can introduce you to one that'll kick in your door Put you faced down
the streets still love me baby! Bitch I'm from Dade County. See I'm a 7-Trey Chevrolet Impala DUNK ridah. I'll blow ya doors off. You race your car
el-bow, I love when it smell strong otherside of the bridge, niggas die just to live you want a beach, dont sleep 45 to ya wig Represent Carol City, Dirty
mother And financed by her father She said Room 211 and I said (laugh) rather I got her name wrong once or twice I said I'll call ya Carol, yeah? She
