Nhạc sĩ: George David Weiss, George Douglas
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I see trees of green, red roses too, I see the moon, the meandering, and I think to myself,
what a wonderful world.
I see skies of blue and birds of white, the bright blessed day, the dark sacred night,
and I think to myself, what a wonderful world.
The colours of the rainbows, so pretty in the sky, are also on the faces of people going by.
I see friends shaking hands, saying how do you do, and me saying I love you.
Under pages high, I watch them go, and I'm not sure if I ever know,
and I think to myself, what a wonderful world.
The colours of the rainbows, so pretty in the sky, are also on the faces of people going by.
I see friends shaking hands, saying how do you do, and me saying I love you.
Under pages high, I watch them go, and I'm not sure if I ever know,
and I think to myself, what a wonderful world.
Yes, I think to myself, what a wonderful world.