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Bài hát Jimmie Rodger's Dream - Elton John, Leon Russell. I'm looking at a funeral wagon rolling down. A two-lane highway winding past a desert town. A big blue canvas painted by the Master's hand
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warm hands of midnite blue. Now the river music haunts me, Its spirit calling me. . Where's my midnite blue?. I need his melody. Oh, midnite blue. Where are you?. Oh, midnite blue. Come to me
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Writers Al Jarreau/Dave Brubeck. Al Jarreau-recording credit Blue Rondo A La Turk (Round, Round, Round) Round, round, round a melody. Round, round, round a harmony. Round, round, round a melody
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true. True blue. And sometimes it reminds me of you There's an old photograph of dan that I wish you could-a seen. Of him and the boys posed, standing in st. stephen's green. Ya see, they were a
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true. True blue. And sometimes it reminds me of you There's an old photograph of dan that I wish you could-a seen. Of him and the boys posed, standing in st. stephen's green. Ya see, they were a
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Blue Rondo A La Turk (Round, Round, Round) Round, round, round a melody. Round, round, round a harmony. Round, round, round a melody,. Harmony, melody-steadily Round, round, round a melody. Round
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Blue Rondo A La Turk (Round, Round, Round) Round, round, round a melody. Round, round, round a harmony. Round, round, round a melody,. Harmony, melody-steadily Round, round, round a melody. Round
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You tried to hide yourself in a shell. You wanted heaven but you got hell. And then the darkness gained control over you. When everything turned into bitter blue. You went into the land of no
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time slips by. I hardly try. So don't be sad. I won t be blue. Cause love will follow, love will follow follow you. You're like a melody. That follows me. And when you go I still hear music constantly
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We're hungry boys!. We're hungry boys!. We're hungry boys!. We're hungry boys!. Hungry, hungry, hungry, hungry boys! Friday night we take off heading for the city. To dance with the lady from the
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can take your face and see just where it fits. Be a pretty pawn in someone else's war. Your baby blue eyes, somebody else's wits. Equals success for pretty boys I wanna see a human being on my TV set
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the sand on my feet. Take me back to paradise. Play our own symphony. We were tripping through the night. With that perfect melody. Post-Chorus Julian Perretta. Papa, papa, pa, pa-rum. Papa, pa, rum
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Third-Class ticket in his pocket. Punching out the shadows underneath the sockets. Tweed coat turned up against the fog Slow coaches rolling o'er the moor. Between the very memory. And approaches
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Boys Will Be Boys. Backstreet Boys. Oooh, oooh boys will be boys. Oooh, oooh boys will be boys. You've got something. so incredible in my eyes. My heart starts bumpin'. Whenever you're around. The
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thirstier than before Am I in the real sea? Or is it a blue desert? I don't know, I don't know Am I feeling the waves right now? I don't know, I don't know Am I still being chased by the sand wind? I don't
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Break a hoe down, like a ki or a pound. Me, I'm pimping, niggaz simping, man these boys out of line. Trunk open top down, swanging 4's showing surround. Make a hater go blind, once he see that blue
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My love, now you're lyin' lonesome. With visions of blue, vision in you. Again, you let your heart go. And whenever you do, it's hurting me too. When damage is done I watch you run. It's me you
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Where is my angel. Haruui kkeuteul deuriun. Someone come and save me, please. Jichin haruui hansumppun. Saramdeureun da haengbokanga bwa. Can you look at me? 'Cause I am blue and grey. Geoure bichin
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hardly try. So don't they say ?. I won't be blue. 'Cause love will follow, love will follow, follow you. . You're like a melody. That follows me. And when you go I'll still hear music constantly
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I'm looking at a funeral wagon rolling down. A two-lane highway winding past a desert town. A big blue canvas painted by the Master's hand. The shifting clouds above and endless miles of sand. In
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no room in heaven for California girls and mama's boys. Just like there ain't no room for me and you. And it's alright, yes it's alright to cry about it. And it's mighty nice, yeah it's just fine if
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. Everybody else, who, who is that. When I'm out in public everybody loves it. I know what they wonderin'. . I look rich in my blue jeans, slap an, in my blue jeans. Boys lookin' as I rock my hips in my
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Sick boy, in his faded blue jeans. Sick boy, black leather jacket scene. Sick boy, he's always in trouble. With the law don't you know Sick boy, he carries a switch blade knife. Sick boy, likes
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eyes. They tell no lies, brighter than the sky in July, my baby. Cooler than anyone I've known The color of blue reminds me of you. I've never see grey, green, black you're true. The color of blue no
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tiMore Than That. arBackstreet Boys. alBlack And Blue. Backstreet Boys - more than that. I can see that you've been crying. You can't hide it with a lie. What's the use in you denying. That what you
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A blue eyed girl loved wild eyed boys. Who would tie her to a tree. She stepped on flowers, cut her hair. With no one there to make her see. That sometimes it's alright to be wrong. That
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Mommy's little monster dropped out of school. Mommy's little monster broke all the rules. He loves to go out drinking with the boys. He loves to go out and make some noise He doesn't wanna be a
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Mommy's little monster dropped out of school. Mommy's little monster broke all the rules. He loves to go out drinking with the boys. He loves to go out and make some noise He doesn't wanna be a