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Bài hát Big Blue Note - Toby Keith. See that big blue note, over there on the counter?. You don't wanna read that thing, man, it's a real get-you-downer. But don't you dare say nothin' else, bad
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See that big blue note,. Over there on the counter?. You don't wanna read that thing, man,. It's a real get-you-downer. But don't you dare say nothin' else,. Bad about her she's gone. . No, no
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,. Pour in the blue of a June night and one guitar,. Mix in a couple of dreamers and there you are. Lovers hail the Moonlight Cocktail. Now add a couple of flowers, a drop of dew,. Stir for a couple of
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Bài hát Little Jazz Bird (Album Version) - Maureen McGovern. I'm a little jazz bird. And I'm telling you to be one too. For a little jazz bird. Is in heaven when she's singing blue. I say this with
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was blue in the face. For holding one note was his ace Couldn't hear the brass. Couldn't hear the drum. He was in a class, by himself, by gum Poor Johnny one note got in Aida. Indeed a great chance
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blue in the face. For holding one note was his ace Couldn't hear the brass. Couldn't hear the drum. He was in a class, by himself, by gum Poor Johnny one note got in Aida. Indeed a great chance to be
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I'm as blue. I'm as blue as the ocean is true, it's just reflections. Of the sky. I'm as cold. I'm as cold as the stories you told but never sick. Enough to die. . Note to self don't change
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See that big blue note,. Over there on the counter?. You don't wanna read that thing, man,. It's a real get-you-downer. But don't you dare say nothin' else,. Bad about her she's gone. . No, no
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See that big blue note,. Over there on the counter?. You don't wanna read that thing, man,. It's a real get-you-downer. But don't you dare say nothin' else,. Bad about her she's gone. . No, no
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there's me, just love me for fun. Then there's me, no use in pretending. Oh there's me, a 101 I might as well stand in front of a bullet. Close my eyes and kick the chair to the floor. It's like a
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Bài hát Jimmy Jazz - The Clash. The police walked in for Jimmy Jazz. I said, he ain't here, but he sure went past. Oh, you're looking for Jimmy Jazz Sattamassagana for Jimmy Dread. Cut off his
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The sun sets red with rage. White clouds float by. Like high cotton. Blank as an empty page. Blue is a color buried. Not forgotten Sweet as mother's milk. And clear as the wind. Wrap the dead
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