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Bài hát Joe Le Taxi - Vanessa Paradis. Joe le taxi. Y va pas partout. Y marche pas au soda. Son saxo jaune. Connait toutes les rues par coeur. Tous les p'tits bars. Tous les coins noirs. Et la Seine
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brown eyed man Flying across the desert in a TWA. I saw a woman walking across the sand. She been a-walkin' thirty miles en route to Bombay. To reach a brown eyed handsome man. Her destination was a
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that brown eyed man. . Flyn' across the desert in the twa. I saw a woman walking across the sand. She been walkin 30 miles en route to Bombay. To meet a Brown eyed handsome man. Her destination was
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(Berry). . Well, flying across the desert in a twa, I saw a woman walking in the sand. She'd be walking thirty miles en route to Bombay to meet a brown eyed handsome man,. Her destination was a
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that brown eyed man. . Flyn' across the desert in the twa. I saw a woman walking across the sand. She been walkin 30 miles en route to Bombay. To meet a Brown eyed handsome man. Her destination was
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that brown eyed man Flying across the desert in a TWA. I saw a woman walking across the sand. She been a-walkin' thirty miles en route to Bombay. To get a brown eyed handsome man. Her destination was
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brown eyed man". Flying across the desert in a twa, I saw a woman walking across the sand. She been walkin' thirty miles en route to Bombay to reach a brown eyed handsome man. Her destination was a
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brown eyed man Flying across the desert in a TWA. I saw a woman walking across the sand. She been a-walkin' thirty miles en route to Bombay. To reach a brown eyed handsome man. Her destination was a
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Hey, look yonder, tell me what's that you see. Marching to the fields of Concord?. Looks like Handsome Johnny with a musket in his hand. Marching to the Concord war, hey, marching to the Concord
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Flyin' cross the desert in a TWA. I saw a woman walkin' across the sand. She'd been a walkin' thirty miles on route to L. A. To get a brown eyed handsome man. Her destination was a brown eyed
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Flyin' cross the desert in a TWA. I saw a woman walkin' across the sand. She'd been a walkin' thirty miles on route to L. A. To get a brown eyed handsome man. Her destination was a brown eyed
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The man is tall, mad, mean, and good-lookin'. And he's got me his eye. When he looks at me, I go weak at the knees. He's got me going like no other guy Cause he's my big, bad, handsome man. He's
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that brown eyed man. . Flyn' across the desert in the twa. I saw a woman walking across the sand. She been walkin 30 miles en route to Bombay. To meet a Brown eyed handsome man. Her destination was
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brown eyed man". Flying across the desert in a twa, I saw a woman walking across the sand. She been walkin' thirty miles en route to Bombay to reach a brown eyed handsome man. Her destination was a
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brown eyed man". Flying across the desert in a twa, I saw a woman walking across the sand. She been walkin' thirty miles en route to Bombay to reach a brown eyed handsome man. Her destination was a
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brown eyed man". Flying across the desert in a twa, I saw a woman walking across the sand. She been walkin' thirty miles en route to Bombay to reach a brown eyed handsome man. Her destination was a
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I dreamed, I saw Joe Hill last night. Alive as you and me. Says I "But Joe, you're ten years dead". "I never died" says he. "I never died" says he "The copper bosses killed you, Joe". "They shot
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In the midday sun. They beat on their drums. When Poppa Joe comes to town. With his coconut-rum. They can all have fun. They can drink it. 'Till the sun goes down Poppa Joe just smiles politely
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Joe le taxi y va pas partout. Y marche pas au soda. . Son saxo iavne connait toutes les rues par coeur. Tous les p'tits bars. Tous les coins noirs. . Et la Seine et ses ponts qui brillent
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There's a boy out 'luma way named Joe Eugene. He's one mellow ass son of a *-a. He loves his wheat grass and cold bean curd. He's one healthy ass sone of a bitch-a. But late at night he
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Well I wish that I was in London. Or some other seaport town. Step my foot in a steamboat. And sail the ocean round Sailing round the ocean. Sailing round the sea. I'd think of Handsome Molly
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rings, it's an understood thing. Joe don't know where they are At a table in the corner. There's a young man and an empty chair. His head in his hands, tears in his eyes. And a girlfriend's ring lying
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Joe le taxi. Y va pas partout. Y marche pas au soda. Son saxo jaune. Connait toutes les rues par coeur. Tous les p'tits bars. Tous les coins noirs. Et la Seine. Et ses ponts qui brillent. Dans sa
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EVERYTHING WAS IN THE PICKUP TRUCK. HE PACKED A BAG AND MAMA SAID GOOD LUCK. IN CALIFORNIA, CALIFORNIA,. PAPA TOLD HIM THAT HE SHOULDN'T GO. SAID, "I DON'T WANNA SAY I TOLD YOU SO". BUT, JOE I
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Last time, last time we were here at Folsom Prison,. They were hanging Joe Bean. Is Joe still here, Joe Bean?. Hang the son of a * anyways, right? Well, they're hanging Joe Bean this morning
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Last time, last time we were here at Folsom Prison,. They were hanging Joe Bean. Is Joe still here, Joe Bean?. Hang the son of a * anyways, right? Well, they're hanging Joe Bean this morning
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Ho jump down, spin around, let's have a party. Look who's back, Stay Away Joe. Chock taw, chick a Shaw, gonna drink me hearty. Welcome back, Stay Away Joe Stay Away Joe they call me. Stay Away
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, be careful! That chick belongs to Smokey Joe" From behind the counter I saw a man. A chef hat on his head and a knife in his hand. He grabbed me by my collar and he began to shout. "You'd better eat
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Hey, does anybody know. How I can get in touch with Joe? If I have to catch a subway. Or catch a plane on a runway. I've got to find out some way. Where did he go? Yesterday was bright and sunny
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Bài hát Wavy - Ty Dolla $ign, Joe Moses. Hook Ty Dolla $ign. When I wake up in the morning I roll up and count my money. I’m so wavy, I’m so wavy, I’m so wavy, I’m so wavy. All my bitches love me
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Hey Joe, where you goin' with that money in your hand?. Hey Joe, where you goin' with that money in your hand?. Chasin' my woman, she run off with another man. Goin downtown, buy me a Forty Four
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Bài hát Hãy Đến Với Nhau (Joe Le Taxi) - Ngọc Lan. Joe le taxi. Y va pas partout. Y marche pas au soda. Son saxo jaune. Connait toutes les rues par coeur. Tous les p'tits bars. Tous les coins noirs