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Song The Sounds Of Silence - Simon, Garfunkel. Hello darkness, my old friend. I've come to talk with you again. Because a vision softly creeping. Left its seeds while I was sleeping. And the vision
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Bài hát Sounds Of Summer - Dierks Bentley. It's a tractor firin' up. Kids playin' in a field. Four wheels gettin' stuck. A line singin' out a fishin' reel. It's a cooler slidin' in the bed of a
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Lord is with Thee. Blessed are thou among women. And blessed is the fruit of Thy womb, Jesus. Oh Holy Mary dear Mother of God. Please pray for us sinners. Now and at the hour of our death. And give
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Traces of you. Linger like a tear drop. Fresh upon the air (My heart sings). For you. Play me like a rain cloud. Sounds upon the air Traces of you. Linger like a tear drop. Fresh upon the air
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sounds of a woman leavin'. Stronger than a wind in the willow tree. Those are the sounds of a heart breakin'. You can't hear it but the noise is killin' me. I should have heard it comin'. But I chose to
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sounds of a woman leavin'. Stronger than a wind in the willow tree. Those are the sounds of a heart breakin'. You can't hear it but the noise is killin' me. I should have heard it comin'. But I chose to
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What do I really hear. What is in the ear of my mind. Which sounds are true and clear. And which will never be defined. The sweetest sounds I'll ever hear. Are still inside my head. The kindest
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bleeds all life away. Silence speeds the path to the streams of solace that run so few and narrow. Brooks that babble the sounds of torture. Sounds of torture. You will one day rise. To flood the banks of
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I can hear the sounds of laughter. Could it be they're laughing at me. I can hear the roar of thunder. I'm mad, I'm deranged I see clown in costumes voices that carry. Their message to my mind
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With the departure of the Snow Goose,. Fritha no longer visits the lighthouse and. Rhayader is once more alone with the. melancholy sounds of the marshes.
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its warning,. In the words that it was forming. And the signs said, the words of the prophets. Are written on the subway walls. And tenement halls. And whisperd in the sounds of silence.
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. That it's taken to get here now. . Ba da dum. . So go ahead and bang a gong. Nothing can drown. Out the sound. And the whisper of my love. . And I think I like how. The day sounds. Like how
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, the dark queen of our short days. The heart of flame, the skin of snow,. the cloak of air to kindle our lust. The womb of seas, the bosom of stones,. The cradle of earth will kiss your bones to dust
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Bài hát Sounds Of Silence - Richard Stirton. Hello darkness, my old friend, . I've come to talk with you again, . Because a vision softly creeping, . Left its seeds while I was sleeping, . And the
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My heart would make. Natural sounds. With you my love. The happy sound. Of water on stone. The quiet sound. Of waves on sand. When you hold my hand. My heart makes. Natural sounds. With you
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ground. Faced with failing, I could never give up. On the way we're making sounds. Making sounds. Making sounds, sounds. Making sounds. Making sounds, sounds. I saw the face of the enemy. Disappear
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Bài hát Top Of The World - The Carpenters. Such a feelin's comin' over me . There is wonder in 'most ev'ry thing I see. Not a cloud in the sky, got the sun in my eyes. And I won't be surprised if
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the light into the shades of gray. The sun bades the world farewell. The lights recede. The sounds subdue. Predators emerge from their caves. Grayness holds my mind at stake. And the lake's golden
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first laid. 0057. 800Eyes on him. 0101. 100All alone on the edge of seventeen. 0109. 870Just like the white winged dove. 0112. 740Sings a song, sounds like she's singin'. 0115. 460Oh, baby oh, said oh
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. You're out of my high chair. I'm out of your womb I'm gonna leave. I'm gonna leave you. I'm gonna leave. I'm gonna leave you I'm gonna leave. I'm gonna leave you. I'm gonna leave. I'm gonna leave
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on the studio wall,. Concert hall. And echoes with the sounds of salesmen. Of salesmen. Of salesmen.
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. Im out of your womb. . Im gonna leave. Im gonna leave you. . Free is too long. You know this is wrong. Everything scars the skin. Push it in, push it in, break it off. . Im gonna leave
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. Im out of your womb. . Im gonna leave. Im gonna leave you. . Free is too long. You know this is wrong. Everything scars the skin. Push it in, push it in, break it off. . Im gonna leave
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Hip-hop y'all, to the top y'all. Hip-hop check it out. It's like that uh and it sounds so nice. Hip-hop, you the love of my life. We bout to take it to the to the to the, check it out. Yo, what
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written the subway walls & tenement halls". And whispered in the sounds of silence.
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written the subway walls & tenement halls". And whispered in the sounds of silence.
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white shores. Rain carmine, benign winds did tore. Song heeds, call of the storm. Her sails are raised to war. . For the sun, for the moon. For the frozen womb, . For the fire that barren blooms
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cool touch. Of current. Like a far remembered life. . Come quicken to the now you hear. Cutting off from closer years. Bounding into heavy pouring sounds. . Come quick into the icy sting
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light did shine. Till the guns they did go through me,. So now I shall never fall. Ideals of peace are gold which fools have found. Upon the plains of war. I shall destroy them all. ''. . Chorus
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come. Offspring of the Virgin's womb. Joyful, all ye nations, rise,. Join the triumph of the skies. Pleased as man with man to dwell. Jesus, our Emmanuel!. Hark! the herald angels sing. Glory to
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, something within him. But the moment that I first laid eyes on him all alone. On the edge of seventeen Just like the white winged dove sings a song. Sounds like she's singing, Ooo baby Ooo, said Ooo. Just
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Hark the herald angels sing. "Glory to the newborn King". Peace on earth and mercy mild. God and sinners reconciled Joyful, all ye nations rise. Join the triumph of the skies. With angelic host
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Livin' in a cruel world. Drudging with my feet in the snow. On a day out. And it turned night now. Doctor, I've been walking on the side of the road, for a long time. And I'm going out of my
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bowin' down. Then let me do the cuttin' Some speak the sounds. But speak in silent voices. Like radio is silent. Though it fills the air with noises. Its transmissions bring submission. As ya mold
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. And tenement halls. . And whisperd in the sounds of silence.