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Compa, ¿qué le parece a esa morra? La que anda bailando sola, me gusta pa' mí Bella, ella sabe que está buena Que todos andan negándola ¿Cómo baila? Me acerco y le pido todo un verbo Tomamos tragos
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Bài hát No Angels - Bastille, Ella. Spoken (Excerpt from Psycho). Norman I run the office and tend the cabins and grounds and do the errands for my mother. The ones she allows I might be capable of
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glide and sway. Savoy, let me stomp away with you Boo ba di ba di di bo bo bo (Savoy) the home of sweet romance. (Savoy) wins you at a glance. (Swing it Ella) happy feet. A chance to dance at the
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. Could that boy do, something rash. . Oh bobby darin, and louis armstrong. They made a record, oh but they did. And now ella, ella, and her fellas. Were making a wreck, what a wreck. Of mack the
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. Could that boy do, something rash. . Oh bobby darin, and louis armstrong. They made a record, oh but they did. And now ella, ella, and her fellas. Were making a wreck, what a wreck. Of mack the
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. Could that boy do, something rash. . Oh bobby darin, and louis armstrong. They made a record, oh but they did. And now ella, ella, and her fellas. Were making a wreck, what a wreck. Of mack the
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. Could that boy do, something rash. . Oh bobby darin, and louis armstrong. They made a record, oh but they did. And now ella, ella, and her fellas. Were making a wreck, what a wreck. Of mack the
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Ella. April skies are in your eyes. But darling, don't be blue. . Don't cry,. Oh honey please. Don't be that way. . Clouds in the sky. Should never make you feel that way. . The rain
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. But I know somewhere. There's a little bit of soul in ella. There's a little bit of soul in me. There's a little bit of soul in ella. There's a little bit of soul in me. Oh somewhere down the line
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Song Miss Otis Regrets (She's Unable to Lunch Today) (Live) - Ella Fitzgerald. Miss otis regrets, she's unable to lunch today, madam,. Miss otis regrets, she's unable to lunch today. She is sorry
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words and music by Ella Fitzgerald and Van Alexander. A-tisket a-tasket. A green-and-yellow basket. I bought a basket for my mommie. On the way I dropped it. I dropped it, I dropped it. Yes, on
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words and music by Ella Fitzgerald and Van Alexander. A-tisket a-tasket. A green-and-yellow basket. I bought a basket for my mommie. On the way I dropped it. I dropped it, I dropped it. Yes, on
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words and music by Ella Fitzgerald and Van Alexander. A-tisket a-tasket. A green-and-yellow basket. I bought a basket for my mommie. On the way I dropped it. I dropped it, I dropped it. Yes, on
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. Could that boy do, something rash. . Oh bobby darin, and louis armstrong. They made a record, oh but they did. And now ella, ella, and her fellas. Were making a wreck, what a wreck. Of mack the
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. Could that boy do, something rash. . Oh bobby darin, and louis armstrong. They made a record, oh but they did. And now ella, ella, and her fellas. Were making a wreck, what a wreck. Of mack the
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. Could that boy do, something rash. . Oh bobby darin, and louis armstrong. They made a record, oh but they did. And now ella, ella, and her fellas. Were making a wreck, what a wreck. Of mack the
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Chorus Ty Dolla $ign. I'm not scared of the dark. I'm not running, running, running. No, I'm not afraid of the fall. I'm not scared, not at all. Why would a star, a star ever be afraid of the dark
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