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Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock. Jingle bell swing and jingle bell ring. Snowin' and blowin' up bushels of fun. Now the jingle hop has begun Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock
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Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock. Jingle bell swing and jingle bell ring. Snowin' and blowin' up bushels of fun. Now the jingle hop has begun Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock
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tiThe Music Or The Misery. arFall Out Boy. alFrom Under The Cork Tree. Fall Out Boy-The Music Or The Misery". I got my stitches stitched, I got my fixes fixed,. In my aching head, I got my kisses
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corrupt like a senator. Soul on a roll, but you treat it like soap on a rope. 'Cause the beats in the lines are so dope. Listen for lessons I'm saying inside music. That the critics are blasting me for
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So you want to be a rock n' roll star?. Well, listen now, hear what I say. Just get an electric guitar. And take some time and learn how to play And when your hair swung right. And your pants get
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Free the music, unleash the vibe. Of a psychedelic relic from the trailer park tribe. With a 12 pack of audio beer. Designed to make you move like a puppeteer. Twang town sound taking a trip
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just came here to party. But now we're rockin on the dance floor actin' naughty. Your hands around my waist. Just let the music play. We're hand in hand, chest to chest, and now we're face . to face
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I wanna be your lady. (Rock me in the cradle of love). I wanna be your baby. (Rock me in the cradle of love). . Hug me every night. (Oh yeah). Cuddle me real tight. (Oh yeah). Squeeze me
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The higher you fly, the harder you fall. The way that it goes, so they say. No mountain's too high, no valley too low. No river too wide on the way. So you're gonna be a rock 'n' roll star
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Song Jingle Bells Rock - Kyo York. Jingle bell jingle bell jingle bell rock. Jingle bells chime in jingle bell time. Snowing and blowing in bushels of fun. Now the jingle hop has just begun. Jingle
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as a senator. Soul on a roll, but you treat it like soap on a rope. Cause the beats and the lines are so dope. Listen for lessons I'm saying inside. Music that the critics are blasting me for
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as a senator. Soul on a roll, but you treat it like soap on a rope. Cause the beats and the lines are so dope. Listen for lessons I'm saying inside. Music that the critics are blasting me for
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as a senator. Soul on a roll, but you treat it like soap on a rope. Cause the beats and the lines are so dope. Listen for lessons I'm saying inside. Music that the critics are blasting me for
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composed the music of the night!. . Barbra. Slowly, gently. Night unfurls it's splendor. Grasp it, sense it tremulous and tender. . Both. Hearing is believing, music is deceiving,. Hard as lightning
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As I walked into the rock and roll club,. I found myself with the usual bums. I know that blond, she's smilin' at me,. But the hands in my pocket is a mystery. Oh-oh!. What do I find?. Rock and
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As I walked into the rock and roll club,. I found myself with the usual bums. I know that blond, she's smilin' at me,. But the hands in my pocket is a mystery. Oh-oh!. What do I find?. Rock and
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, so come here and give me some Lady, that's the way you gotta rock me when he's gone. You make me feel like a diesel train goin' home. We got so much to give each other and we've only just begun
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corrupt like a senator. Soul on a roll, but you treat it like soap on a rope. 'Cause the beats in the lines are so dope. Listen for lessons I'm saying inside music. That the critics are blasting me for
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the fire's begun. Then comes the night, you come alive With night music. It keeps spinning around my head. Night music. It's all the things that you never said And anywhere you are. There's night
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will we will rock you. We will we will rock you. . Verse 2. Buddy you're a young man hard man. Shoutin' in the street gonna take on the world some day. You got blood on yo' face. You big disgrace
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?. With trenches full of poets. The ragged army, fixin' bayonets to fight the other line. Spanish bombs rock the province. I'm hearing music from another time. Spanish bombs on the Costa Brava. I'm
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ragged army, fixin' bayonets to fight the other line. Spanish bombs rock the province. I'm hearing music from another time. Spanish bombs on the Costa Brava. I'm flying in on a DC 10 tonight Spanish
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It's on the radio, I love the music on the radio. It's what they're playin', when the radio's on. And you and me get crazy. It's on the radio, I love the music on the radio. It's what they're
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It's on the radio, I love the music on the radio. It's what they're playin', when the radio's on. And you and me get crazy. It's on the radio, I love the music on the radio. It's what they're
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there 'cause the boys are all ready to go. . Chorus. Well, I'm a whiskey rock-a-roller. That's what I am. Women, whiskey and miles of travellin'. Is all I understand. . I was born a travellin' man
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there 'cause the boys are all ready to go. . Chorus. Well, I'm a whiskey rock-a-roller. That's what I am. Women, whiskey and miles of travellin'. Is all I understand. . I was born a travellin' man
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there 'cause the boys are all ready to go. . Chorus. Well, I'm a whiskey rock-a-roller. That's what I am. Women, whiskey and miles of travellin'. Is all I understand. . I was born a travellin' man
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there 'cause the boys are all ready to go. . Chorus. Well, I'm a whiskey rock-a-roller. That's what I am. Women, whiskey and miles of travellin'. Is all I understand. . I was born a travellin' man
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. Remember those days, the early '90s. We both applied for places at the same university. Ended up in London where we needed to be. To follow our obsession with the music scene. Wherever we went
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screams. Come rock with me straight into Side B The time has passed an hour and a half. I love you baby, I'm strong enough to last. You, you and your music. Are more precious than gold baby. Two albums
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only music that makes me dance He'll sleep and he'll rise. In the light of two eyes that adore him. And bore him it might. But he won't leave my sight for a glance In every way, every day. I need
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Now, this here's the story about the Rock Island line. Now, the Rock Island line is a railroad line. And it runs down into New Orleasn. And just outside of New Orleans is a big toll gate. And all
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I hear music. Mighty fine music. The murmur of a morning breeze up there. The rattle of the milkman on the stair. Sure that's music. Mighty fine music. The singing of a sparrow in the sky. The
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rising Rock deep (I remember crying). Rock deep (cause I knew the sun was rising) All the gusts of English Bay. Singing on an ancient radio. And a young girl with a burning heart. Stares down at the
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. wanna be one with you and all I want is to rock your soul. all I want is to rock your soul. all I want is to rock your soul I feel closer to the clouds. I'm touching all the highest leaves. on top of
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Bài hát Don't Stop The Music - Rihanna. Please don't stop the music, music, music. Please don't stop the music, music, music. Please don't stop the music, music, music. Please don't stop the music
