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Silent Night

アーティスト:Bill Anderson  アルバム:Christmas 

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Yes, he was born in an obscure village The son of a simple pleasant woman He grew up in another small town And worked with his father in a carpenter shop Until he was thirty And then for three years he was What we would call a traveling preacher He never wrote a book, he never held political office The places he did go, he usually walked He never did any of the things That one usually associates with greatness He had no credentials but himself When he was only thirty three The tide of public opinion turned against him Some of his friends deserted him One denied him, one even betrayed him And turned him over to his enemies He went through the mockery of a trial He was nailed to a cross between two thieves While he was dying his executioners gambled For his only possession, His robe, his purple robe When he was dead he was taken


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