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Bài hát The Greatest Cowboy Of Them All - Johnny Cash. I have always had my heroes I've loved a lot of legends. Many men in my mind are ridin' tall. But my cowboy hero hats off to the man who rode a
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Temperatures rise at a hundred degrees. Bet you don't freeze at the Mile High Club. The crash hats would be my only defense. Dogs go berserk when my engines start Any, any animal, any, any animal
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So rosen up that bow for faded love. And let's all dance. If you're gonna play in Texas. You gotta have a fiddle in the band So we dusted off our boots. And put our cowbtoy hats on straight. Them
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So rosen up that bow for faded love. And let's all dance. If you're gonna play in Texas. You gotta have a fiddle in the band So we dusted off our boots. And put our cowbtoy hats on straight. Them
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Broken, it's broken. What good is it broken?. What good is it? How can I fix this broken heart?. How come the sun's too bright to bear?. Anyway, I'll fix it So, take off your hard hats boys. In a
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. A little we die, . Above the lesser light, . For you I'm open wide, . Babe I'll be a, . Flatliner for a, . Heartkiller. . Heartkiller. . Top hats off to the return, . Of the beat to lick a
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opportunity to wish you all a very Merry Christmas, and. A Happy New Year. with venom And by the way. Have a nice life. And then we'll put on party hats,. As the year comes to a conclusion. Turn on the
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. A little we die, . Above the lesser light, . For you I'm open wide, . Babe I'll be a, . Flatliner for a, . Heartkiller. . Heartkiller. . Top hats off to the return, . Of the beat to lick a
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I like to sneak a drink and roll my smoke. You see I like my collars pressed. I wear big ol hats and fancy ties. As and I hang late with my friends I can take it on the chin with a Cheshire grin
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field for tackle football. Big hits, big hats, yeah give me the ball. Rain is pouring, touchdown scoring. Keep on rolling, never boring. Karma, karma, karma chameleon. We're talking kinda funny from
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up a little more than you dare to. Maybe take a ride in my Cadillac. God ain't gonna getcha for that God ain't gonna getcha for that. He's much too busy with the guys in the black hats. There's
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too new. Now let's synchronize our movements 'til they're super sick. We got high hats and loud claps in. every mix. We're like boys, just ask her, dicks done by C. P. Caster. Hey, look out
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room. Where my friends and I spent many an afternoon. Where we together weathered many a storm. Laughin' and singin' till the early hours of the morn By the old wooden stove where our hats was hung
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. There'll be those nights when glory comes 'round. And we'll tip our hats and wave to the crowd. Chorus. Someday, when you're older. Someone see. That buckle hangin' there on your belt. Ask you just how it
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this morning my hats just a little too tight. There ain't no way of knowing but all the signs are showing. I must've had a ball last night Well, I woke up this morning underneath my bed. And someone's
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tackle football. Big hits, big hats, yeah give me the ball. Rain is pourin', touchdown scorin'. Keep on rollin', never borin'. Karma, karma, karma chameleon. We're talkin' kinda funny from helium
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can dance. "dance" echoing multiple times. . verse. We can go when we want to. The night is young and so am I. And we can dress real neat from our hats to our feet. And surprise 'em with a
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that I feel abused. I never get a thing that aint been used. . I'm wearing second hand hats. Second hand clothes. That's why they call me. Second hand rose. . Even our piano in the parlor
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for me. For 30 years I set the thermostat where Frank Sinatra liked it. pulled his girls and all his hats. I never knew which ones were mine. Now he's gone. And I'm alone. And I don't know where I
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sell those day glo hats. I took up with a girl who had. Eyes like an alley cat. She took me home, it was her husbands home. Before that awful Factory Fire. But the Dead man came around that night
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who got you there. Dance with the one who brung ya. Don't change hats, you know it's the one you wear My feet start moving down inside my shoes. But I don't want to settle for the beat of a lonely
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room. Where my friends and I spent many an afternoon. Where we together weathered many a storm. Laughin' and singing 'till the early hours of the morn'. . By the old wooden stove where our hats was
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(N. Wolfe & F. Forest). . I want a gown of diamonds. Long gloves and sweet perfumes. Hats made of silks and satins. Sequins and ostrich plumes. I want to wear mascara. Polish my nails real
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Let's go to a rave,. And behave like we're trippin'. Simply 'cause we're so in love. . Funny hats, shiny pants-. All we need for some romance,. Go get dolled-up. And I'll pick you up
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room. Where my friends and I spent many an afternoon. Where we together weathered many a storm. Laughin' and singing 'till the early hours of the morn'. . By the old wooden stove where our hats was
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Let's go to a rave,. And behave like we're trippin'. Simply 'cause we're so in love. . Funny hats, shiny pants-. All we need for some romance,. Go get dolled-up. And I'll pick you up
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have got to pay". They hadn't got the money and still they wouldn't go out. These four drunken maidens kept pushing the jug about. Now where are your feathered hats, your mantles crisp and fine
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that I feel abused. I never get a thing that aint been used. . I'm wearing second hand hats. Second hand clothes. That's why they call me. Second hand rose. . Even our piano in the parlor
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that I feel abused. I never get a thing that aint been used. . I'm wearing second hand hats. Second hand clothes. That's why they call me. Second hand rose. . Even our piano in the parlor
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see the door is open. Why don't we walk right in. Let's put our party hats on. And let the fun begin. We should have called and said. That we were on our way. Who would have ever guessed. That
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It's a chilly Florentine evening, two men in evening hats. Telling tales of the underground and fishing for Reds. Policemen armed with Uzi's stand guard but they don't speak. Ain't seen no
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It's a chilly Florentine evening, two men in evening hats. Telling tales of the underground and fishing for Reds. Policemen armed with Uzi's stand guard but they don't speak. Ain't seen no
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It's a chilly Florentine evening, two men in evening hats. Telling tales of the underground and fishing for Reds. Policemen armed with Uzi's stand guard but they don't speak. Ain't seen no
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it then. I might not see her again. . Top hats and tails for thrills. Red lips and famous hands. Sidelong and glancing still. In tiny dancer land. . We kissed. Time slipped. Hard edged
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that I feel abused. I never get a thing that aint been used. . I'm wearing second hand hats. Second hand clothes. That's why they call me. Second hand rose. . Even our piano in the parlor
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It's a chilly Florentine evening, two men in evening hats. Telling tales of the underground and fishing for Reds. Policemen armed with Uzi's stand guard but they don't speak. Ain't seen no