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Song Cotton Fields (Remastered) - Harry Belafonte. When I was a little baby,. My Mama would rock me in the cradle. In them there, ol' cotton fields at home. When I was a little baby,. My Mama would
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Let me take you down. 'Cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields. Nothing is real. And nothing to get hung about. Strawberry Fields forever. Living is easy with eyes closed. Misunderstanding all you see
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Now is the time while the soft wind is blowing. Now is the time with the trees full of song. Now is the time while the wild world is turning. To lie down together in the green fields of summer
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Now is the time while the soft wind is blowing. Now is the time with the trees full of song. Now is the time while the wild world is turning. To lie down together in the green fields of summer
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die. The house on fire holds no shame. I will be coming home again. . Four hundred miles. Without a word until you smile. Four hundred miles. On fields of fire. . Between the woman and the boy
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die. The house on fire holds no shame. I will be coming home again. . Four hundred miles. Without a word until you smile. Four hundred miles. On fields of fire. . Between the woman and the boy
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You're walkin' in fields of clover. I hear you finally made it to the classy side of town. It made me sad, got to feelin' bad, 'til I thought it over. And now I'm alright 'cause you're alright
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never die. The house on fire holds no shame. I will be coming home again Four hundred miles. Without a word until you smile. Four hundred miles. On fields of fire Between a woman and a boy. Between
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On the fields of desolation. We are all alone. Crying in each others arms. In fear of the unknown. Feelings of uncertainty. We are all doomed. To live in solitude. And never ending gloom. On
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die. The house on fire holds no shame. I will be coming home again. . Four hundred miles. Without a word until you smile. Four hundred miles. On fields of fire. . Between the woman and the boy
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die. The house on fire holds no shame. I will be coming home again. . Four hundred miles. Without a word until you smile. Four hundred miles. On fields of fire. . Between the woman and the boy
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die. The house on fire holds no shame. I will be coming home again. . Four hundred miles. Without a word until you smile. Four hundred miles. On fields of fire. . Between the woman and the boy
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die, you're coming to the killing fields What shall that be? What shall that be?. When that fine moment comes. When the curtains are drawn, the windows are shut. The doors close and you've written
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Bài hát Fire In Our Hearts (Joey Dale Remix Edit) - Swanky Tunes, C. Todd Nielsen. I’m high, into the sky I’m riding. In my mind I fly over the world. And so I close my eyes. My head is spinning
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Bài hát The Green Fields Of America - The Chieftains, Kevin Conneff. Farewell to the groves of shillelagh and the shamrock. Farewell to the girls of old Ireland all 'round. And may their hearts be as
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You'll remember me when the west wind moves upon the fields of barley. You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky as we walk in fields of gold. So she took her love for to gaze awhile upon the fields
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Out into the fields, I will go flying. Lovers of a train will watch my tracks. Lonely in their, lonely in their boxes. Me, I'm raising, raising the smile. . Out over the moon, I will go running
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Bài hát No Man's Land (Green Fields Of France) - Joss Stone, Jeff Beck. Well, how do you do, William Mcbride?. Do you mind if I sit down here by your graveside?. And rest for awhile in the warm
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