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Good morning heartache. You old gloomy sight. Good morning heartache. Thought we said goodbye last night. . I turned and tossed until it seems you have gone. But here you are with the dawn
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My thoughts go back to a heavenly dance. A moment of bliss we spent. Our hearts were filled with a song of romance. As into the night we went. And sang to our hearts' content. . The song is
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. To have your lips divine combined with mine. And dream forever more. It's wonderful to know that you love me. . Who dreamed that I'd be allowed. Through the doorway of heaven. I'm drifting high
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know. With somebody just like you. So. Oh, sweet and lovely lady, be good. Oh, lady, be good to me. I am so awf'ly misunderstood. So lady, be good to me. Oh, please have some pity. I'm all alone
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You have my heart. We'll never be worlds apart. Maybe in magazines. But you'll still be my star. Baby, 'cause in the dark. You can't see shiny cars. And that's when you need me there. With you I'll
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I'm dreaming of a white Christmas. Just like the ones I used to know. Where the treetops glisten and children listen. To hear sleigh bells in the snow I'm dreaming of a white Christmas. With
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When day is gone and night comes on. Until the dawn what do I do?. I clasp your hand and wander through slumber land. Dream dancing with you We dance between a sky serene. And fields of green
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Song Good Morning Heartache - Ella Fitzgerald. Good morning heartache. You old gloomy sight. Good morning heartache. Thought we said goodbye last night. I turned and tossed until it seems you have
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Gone With the Wind. Just like a leaf that has flown away. Gone with the wind. My romance has blown away. Yesterday's kisses are still on my lips,. I've had a lifetime of heaven at my fingertips
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You must take the "A" train. To go to Sugar Hill, way up in Harlem. If you miss the "A" train. You'll find you missed the quickest way to Harlem. . Hurry, get on, now it's coming. Listen to
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the edge of the stream Frogs with dirty little eyes. Dirty little tongues all covered with flies. Dirty brown. Floppin' around. Puffed up 'n bloated. When the sun goes down Frogs with dirty little
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. But I know somewhere. There's a little bit of soul in ella. There's a little bit of soul in me. There's a little bit of soul in ella. There's a little bit of soul in me. Oh somewhere down the line
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Isn't it romantic?. Music in the night, a dream that can be heard. Isn't it romantic?. Moving shadows write the oldest magic word. I hear the breezes playing in the trees above. While all the
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Somewhere there's music. How faint the tune. Somewhere there's heaven. How high the moon. There is no moon above. When love is far away too. Till it comes true. That you love me as I love you
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When the only sound in the empty street. Is the heavy tread of the heavy feet. That belong to a lonesome cop I open shop. . When the moon so long has been gazing down. On the wayward ways of
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It seems we stood and talked like this, before. We looked at each other in the same way then. But I can't remember where or when. . The clothes you're wearing are the clothes, you wore. The
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Bài hát All The Things You Are - Ella Fitzgerald. You are the promised kiss of springtime. That makes the lonely winter seem long. You are the breathless hush of evening. That trembles on the brink
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Somewhere in the night. Chasing shadows around the bend. Somewhere in the night. Chasing rainbows that have no end. . In the misty night, you are mine and you hold me fast. But dreams have a
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Its very clear, our love is here to stay. Not for a year, but forever and a day. The radio and the telephone,. And the movies that we know. May just be passing fancies. And in time may go
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The moon and you appear to be. So near and yet so far from me. And here am I on a night in June. Reaching for the moon and you,. . I wonder if we'll ever meet. My song of love is incomplete
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waste any time. I'll strike while the iron is hot. . If they asked me, I could write a book. About the way you walk and whisper and look. I could write a preface on how we met. So the world would
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The odds were a hundred to one against me. The world thought the heights were too high to climb. But people from missouri never incensed me. Oh, I wasn't a bit concerned. For from hist'ry I had
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When the only sound in the empty street. Is the heavy tread of the heavy feet. That belong to a lonesome cop I open shop. . When the moon so long has been gazing down. On the wayward ways of
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The very thought of you and I forget to do. The little ordinary things that everyone ought to do. I'm living in a kind of daydream. I'm happy as a king. And foolish though it may seem. To me
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Such a bad thing to run away from my mother. Right into the arms of a lover. I should walk away from you in my brand new shoes. Because I'm just too young, too young for the blues. . I'm a baby
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Don't know why. There's no sun up in the sky. Stormy weather. Since my gal and I ain't together. Keeps raining all the time. Life is bare. Gloom and misery everywhere. Stormy weather. Just
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You must take the "A" train. To go to Sugar Hill, way up in Harlem. If you miss the "A" train. You'll find you missed the quickest way to Harlem. . Hurry, get on, now it's coming. Listen to
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It's quarter to three, there's no one in the place. Except you and me. So set 'em' up joe, I got a little story. I think you should know. We're drinking my friend, to the end. Of a brief episode
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shall be done. Now suddenly I know. You are the one Here as in a daydream. By my side you stand. Here with my tomorrows. In your hands It was written high above. That I have to have your love. Or
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-. But fools will be fools and where`s he gone to?. . The road gets rougher,. It`s lonelier and tougher. With hope you burn up,. Tomorrow he may turn up. There`s just no letup. The livelong night
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theater, but never come late. I never bother, with people I hate. That's why the lady is a tramp. . I don't like * games, with barons and earls. Won't go to Harlem, in ermine and pearls. Won't dish
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theater, but never come late. I never bother, with people I hate. That's why the lady is a tramp. . I don't like * games, with barons and earls. Won't go to Harlem, in ermine and pearls. Won't dish
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theater, but never come late. I never bother, with people I hate. That's why the lady is a tramp. . I don't like * games, with barons and earls. Won't go to Harlem, in ermine and pearls. Won't dish
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I wished on the moon. For something I never knew. Wished on the moon. For more than I ever knew. . A sweeter rose, a softer sky. An April days that would not dance away. . I begged on the
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Savoy, the home of sweet romance. Savoy, it wins you with a glance. Savoy, gives happy feet a chance to dance. Your old form just like a clinging vine. Your lips so warm and sweet as wine. Your