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Terfel together with the choir). This land of song will keep a welcome. And with a love that never fails. We'll kiss away each hour of hiraeth. When you come home again to Wales We'll kiss away each
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into the chamber where the judges were talking. Darkness was everywhere, it smelled like a tomb. I was ready to leave, I was already walkin'. But the next time I looked there was light in the room
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, you're not ready yet". St. Peter shaking his head. He's saying "no, no, you're not ready yet". Verse 2. I can't see clear. The memory of you keeps blurring my view. I am lost, nowhere to go. The mountains
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Ice Cube with The Lench Mob I got it goin' on. A nigga that's livin' in the city of the criminal zone. One time can't keep the law in order. 'Cause everybody's goin' crazy for a quarter. You're
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say. I can tell by the look in your eye. You'd better watch yourself, St. George is on his way. . Is it true that he's a mighty warrior. And a viper of the first degree?. I've been sentenced here
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. Of those festive, young girls. envious it seemed to be. What more need I look for?. What more need I look for?. She loves me! Yes, she loves me, I see it. I see it. Just for an instant the beating of
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Bài hát By The Light Of The Silv'ry Moon (With Paul Weston & His Orchestra, The Norman Luboff Choir) - Doris Day. Chorus. By the light of the silvery moon. I want to spoon. To my honey, I'll croon
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Bài hát St. Teresa - Joan Osborne. Sit down on the corner, just a little crime. When I make my money, got to get my dime. Sit down with her baby, wind is full of trash. She bold as the street light
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Bài hát St. Teresa - Joan Osborne. Sit down on the corner, just a little crime. When I make my money, got to get my dime. Sit down with her baby, wind is full of trash. She bold as the street light
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, the village of St. Bernadette Ave, ave, ave Ma-ri-a. Ave, ave, ave Ma-ri-i-ia There, like a dream, this wonderful night. I gazed at the grotto aglow in the light. A feeling divine swept over me
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Bài hát Mary's boy child - Boney M. Mary's boy child Jesus Christ, was born on Christmas Day. . And man will live for evermore, because of Christmas Day. . Long time ago in Bethlehem, so the Holy
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the P. J. 's, my blend tape plays, bullets are strays. Young bitches is grazed each block is like a maze. Full of black rats trapped, plus the Island is packed. From what I hear in all the stories