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- peak Billboard position # 7 in 1962. - Words and Music by Bill Swan. Chorus. Lover please, please come back. Don't take a train comin' down the track. Don't, please don't, don't leave me
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Bài hát Hear The Wind Blow - Flatt, Scruggs. Down in the valley, the valley so low. Hang your head over, hear the wind blow. Hear the blow, hear the wind blow. Hang your head over, hear the wind blow
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she knows. I love the ground whereon she goes. I wish the day it soon would come. When she and I will be as one I go to the Clyde and I mourn and weep. For satisfied I never can be. I'll write her
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babe in his cradle is soundly asleep. The blossom embraces the bee. And love like a valley lies wide and deep. Tomorrow Belongs To Me. Oh father Oh father Oh show us a sign. Your children have waited to
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a mountain. Way down in a valley. I know I'll be happy. Anyplace, anywhere, I don't care In the misty moonlight. By the flickering firelight. Anyplace is all right. Long as you are there In the
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Daylight again, following me to bed. I think about a hundred years ago, how my fathers bled. I think I see a valley, covered with bones in blue. All the brave soldiers that cannot get older been
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night, remember that I will be here And like the same sun, that's rising on the valley with the dawn. I will walk with your shadow and keep you warm. And like the same moon, that's shining through my
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wrestles on tv. Not without my Uncle Rat's consent, uh-uh. Not without my Uncle Rat's consent. I wouldn't marry the President,. Uh-uh uh-uh uh-uh. . Well, she said "That's it, Clyde, better hit the
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Tonight down here in the valley. I'm lonesome and oh how I feel. As I sit here alone in my cabin. I can see your mansion on the hill Do you recall when we parted the story. To me you revealed
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wrestles on tv. Not without my Uncle Rat's consent, uh-uh. Not without my Uncle Rat's consent. I wouldn't marry the President,. Uh-uh uh-uh uh-uh. . Well, she said "That's it, Clyde, better hit the
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I'm shining, you, you're the thunder cloud. When I'm thriving you pull me under ground. Chorus. You can break my heart, I'm not broken. I can build a house with the stones you're throwing. I'm not a
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snow. I waited for the river. But the river did not flow. . I will drink the milk from you breasts. Meld myself to you. Collect the valley lilies. The worshippers once strew. My body aches with
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There's a shadow hanging over the valley. A total eclipse of the moon. Closing up the gates of the city. The wind it plays a wild tune Don't you put a lock on your window. Don't you put the bar
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great meditator. Yes, I'm a great meditator. . Wicked a roar like a roaming lion (-ooh -ooh -ooh -ooh). Trying to destroy thy sons and daughters (2x). . Although I trad thru the valley of Babylon
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. Mountain streams swelled with pride. Gone the dry river bed. Gone the dust from the valley. . The day that the rains came down. Buds were born, love was born. As the young buds will grow. So our young
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. Of my true love's hair. Her lips are like. A rose so fair. She's got the sweetest face. And the gentlest hands. I love the ground. Where on she stands. I go to the clyde. And mourn and weep. Satisfied
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Beverly Hills, burning of plastic. Scraped it away, I do, I may. For the summer. For the summer Here goes your man, dances the hourly. Cape land to colors rolling through the valley. For the
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the devil. He's a liar. Come and save the likes of me. If you see me in the alley. Looking like I don't belong. You can put me in your deepest valley. I'll still be singing the same old song
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the devil. He's a liar. Come and save the likes of me. If you see me in the alley. Looking like I don't belong. You can put me in your deepest valley. I'll still be singing the same old song
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night, all night. Bonnie and Clyde on the high chase. Switching the lanes while we bang bae. Right til we die, baby, no pace. Oh yeah yeah yay. Breaking me down like an earthquake. Making it rain like a
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mean. When you say Way above, where the north winds blow. We will watch out afar to the valley below. Oh, Jacqueline I know. Oh, Jacqueline I know A pattern of the ways it seems. That's the way it
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I was fighting for . What I want is . Is just a piece of time . That I never knew I had until I lost it . All is quiet on the Blackstone line . It’s quiet. . Now all is quiet in the valley . where I
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out for you and me The bells of St. Mary's. At sweet even time. Shall call me, beloved. To come to your side And out in the valley. In sound of the sea. I know you'll be waiting. Yes, waiting for