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Forever I'll enjoy you underchevement. I gonna see you every day now if I can. Why then don't the night show really matters. I still wake on the fields of regret. . There is something to this
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never die. The house on fire holds no shame. I will be coming home again Four hundred miles. Without a word until you smile. Four hundred miles. On fields of fire Between a woman and a boy. Between
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Day-o, day-o. Here are songs everybody knows. Day, me say day, me say day, me say day. Me say day, me say day-o. The Caribbean disco show. Work all night on the drink a rum. Daylight come and me
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Let me take you down. 'Cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields. Nothing is real. And nothing to get hung about. Strawberry Fields forever. Living is easy with eyes closed. Misunderstanding all you see
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bathed in perfume and celebrated free speech. . And them Caribbean winds still blow from Nassau to Mexico. Fanning the flames in the furnace of desire. And them distant ships of liberty on them iron
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You're walkin' in fields of clover. I hear you finally made it to the classy side of town. It made me sad, got to feelin' bad, 'til I thought it over. And now I'm alright 'cause you're alright
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Bài hát The Green Fields Of America - The Chieftains, Kevin Conneff. Farewell to the groves of shillelagh and the shamrock. Farewell to the girls of old Ireland all 'round. And may their hearts be as
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On the fields of desolation. We are all alone. Crying in each others arms. In fear of the unknown. Feelings of uncertainty. We are all doomed. To live in solitude. And never ending gloom. On
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lie in fields of gold. See the west wind move like a lover so upon the fields of barley. Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth among the fields of gold I never made promises lightly and there
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When I was a little bitty baby,. My momma would rock me in a cradle,. In them o-o-old cotton fields back home. Well it was down in Louisiana,. Just about a mile from Texarkana,. In them o-o-old
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die, you're coming to the killing fields What shall that be? What shall that be?. When that fine moment comes. When the curtains are drawn, the windows are shut. The doors close and you've written
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Alone in the dark, incomprehensible for the fish. Waiting the sun to show it's fate. Will this be my final day or has it already gone. So then I just keep away into dreamland Dark fields of pain
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Spinning mirror ball hanging over me. Spinning mirror ball are you listening. Don't justify or hesitate. Feel the sorrow when you wait Close your eyes and don't ask why. You will need no alibi
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there's no value left. In love and happiness. Oh yeah So, if you sell arms or you run dope. You got respect and you got hope. But the rest of us die on your battle fields. With wounds that fester and
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Bài hát No Man's Land (Green Fields Of France) - Joss Stone, Jeff Beck. Well, how do you do, William Mcbride?. Do you mind if I sit down here by your graveside?. And rest for awhile in the warm
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, 'cause here, everything is possible. Take a trip down Candy Cane Lane with me. Let's get Santa out and get him on his feet. We can dance, holding hands. Ain't no can't's, 'cause here, everything is
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I'm holding on to. Can we feel the freedom another day?. Hail to the truth inside hiding from you. Can't let it fail to deliver us away I'm turning around and I'm telling the truth. Look hard. Look
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certain poor shepherds. In fields where they lay Everything looks better in gold and green. (Everything looks better in gold and green). Everything looks better in gold and green. (Everything looks
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Bài hát Cotton Fields - Harry Belafonte. When I was a little baby,. My Mama would rock me in the cradle. In them there, ol' cotton fields at home. When I was a little baby,. My Mama would rock me in
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Bài hát Cotton Fields - Harry Belafonte. When I was a little baby,. My Mama would rock me in the cradle. In them there, ol' cotton fields at home. When I was a little baby,. My Mama would rock me in
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. . Chorus. . So, if you sell arms. Or you run dope. You got respect. And you got hope. But the rest of us die. On your battle fields. With wounds that fester and bleed. But never heal. . Chorus
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Bài hát Cotton Fields - Creedence Clearwater Revival. When I was a little bitty baby. My mama would rock me in the cradle,. In them old cotton fields back home;. It was down in Louisiana,. Just about
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chased this one down. And in the darkest long night. We turned it all around And it was coal-dusted snow. That covered the fields. But the corn it still grew. And the injury healed And I, I stop and I
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you won't be back. Well darlin' if you're weary. Lay your head upon my chest. We'll take what we can carry. And we'll leave the rest. . Big wheels rolls through fields where sunlight streams
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you won't be back. Well darlin' if you're weary. Lay your head upon my chest. We'll take what we can carry. And we'll leave the rest. . Big wheels rolls through fields where sunlight streams
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Il voyage en solitaire. Et nul ne l'oblige se taire. Il chante la terre. Il chante la terre. Et c'est une vie sans mystre. Qui se passe de commentaire. Pendant des journes entires. Il chante
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bullet from a gun Out in the fields the fighting has begun. Out on the streets, they're falling one by one. Out from the skies a thousand more will die each day. Death is just a heartbeat away It
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apart Devils that drive us. Do not discriminate. A state of mind. That becomes the ultimate end Action reaction. Blood line is not immune. To the depth of human nature. Inside of me and you A
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