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Bài hát Goin' Down The Road (Itunes Session) - The Wailin' Jennys. In the isle of Cape Breton my father did stay. And his father's father before. Fishing the banks and digging for coal. From the
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over now, nothing left to say,. Just my tears and the orchestra playing. La la la la la la la la la,. La la la la la la la la la. I had the last waltz with you,. Two lonely people together. I fell in
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Panic. (The Puppini Sisters). . Panic on the streets of London. Panic on the streets of Birmingham. I wonder to myself. Could life ever be sane again?. The Leeds side-streets that you slip
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Bài hát Good Life (iTunes Session) - OneRepublic. Woke up in London yesterday. Found myself in the city near Piccadilly. Don't really know how I got here. I got some pictures on my phone. New names
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yesterday's news. Have you seen the old girl. Who walks the streets of London. Dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags?. She's no time for talking,. She just keeps right on walking. Carrying her home in two
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(Powell, Turner, Turner, Upton). B. Feldman Co. , Ltd. / Glenwood Music. In the fire, the king will come. Thunder rolls, piper and drum. Evil sons, overrun,. Count their sins - judgment comes
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sick sick sick sick. Morning in the city, Mr. Simpson is a speedin freak. Taking huncholyna. Or sniffing phoncallina. Newtown. . Down town. Drop down. Stick around. Feeling down. Might be some
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standing through it all" add to the apocalyptic feel of the song, which was a live favourite for many years, particularly in the days of the band's concerts with the orchestra. . Lyrics. The eyes of night
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La donna è mobile, qual piùma al vento,. Woman is fickle (movable), like a feather in the wind,. muta d'accento, e di pensiero. she changes the tone of her voice (i. e. , her accents), and her
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I Got A Guy. Chick Webb & his Orchestra. v_Ella Fitzgerald (1937). . I got a guy. He don't dress me in sable. He looks nothing like Gable. But he's mine. And I think he's too divine. I got a
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Fire on High. Electric Light Orchestra. Kcab nrut ,kcab nrut ,kcab nrut ,kcab nruT. Ton si emit tuB. Elbisrever si gnos ehT
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(Powell, Turner, Turner, Upton). B. Feldman Co. , Ltd. / Glenwood Music. Throw down the sword,. The fight is done and over,. Neither lost, neither won. To cast away the fury of the battle. And
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the night. Yeah, we were rockin' at the opera house until the break of light. And the orchestra were playin' all Chuck Berry's greatest tunes. And the singers in the chorus all got off on singing
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At a point below zero. There's no place left to go. Six hundred unknown heroes. Were killed like sleeping buffalo. . Through the devil's canyon. Across the battlefield. Death has no companion
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At a point below zero. There's no place left to go. Six hundred unknown heroes. Were killed like sleeping buffalo. . Through the devil's canyon. Across the battlefield. Death has no companion
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(difford/tilbrook). . They do it down on camber sands. They do it at waikiki. Lazing about the beach all day,. At night the crickets creepy. Squinting faces at the sky. A harold robbins
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Bài hát The Man Who Can't Be Moved (Itunes Session) - The Script. Going Back to the corner where I first saw you. Gonna camp in my sleeping bag I'm not gonna move. Got some words on cardboard, got
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). Don preston (electric piano). Arthur tripp (drums, percussion). Jimmy carl black (drums). Members of the bbc symphony orchestra (ian lets him try out. his selected aria. Holiday in berlin (we had
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Song Gone, Gone, Gone (iTunes Session) - Phillip Phillips. When life leaves you high and dry. I'll be at your door tonight if you need help, if you need help. I'll shut down the city lights,. I'll
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(Hammill). . Day dawns dark, it now numbers infinity. Life crawls from the past, watching in wonder. I trace it's patterns in me. Tomorrow's tomorrow is birth again. Boats burn the bridge in
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I'm a long way from you,. I'm a long way from home. And who cares for the feeling. Of being alone?. The notes and the words. They will always unfold. And I'm left with a manuscript. That will
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We used to say. That come the day. We'd all be making songs. Or finding better words. These ideas never lasted long. The way is up. Along the road. The air is growing thin. Too many friends
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