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Then the sweetest voice he's ever heard says, Hello. Breakfast's almost ready baby, come on home. I've thought the whole thing over and I think I understand. That the king of Oak Street is just an
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*** your coat and get your hat. Leave your worries on the doorstep. Just direct your feet. On the sunny side of the street. . Can't you hear the pitter-pat. And that happy tune is your step
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In an old city bar. That's never too far. From the places that gather. The dreams that have been In the safety of night. With its old neon light. It beckons to strangers. And they always come
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Uh, what, what, uh Chorus. Street dreams are made of these. Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's. A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key. Everybody's looking for something. Street dreams are made
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He had eyes of the poor wild and hungry. Stood outside of the store shy and clumsy. Saw an electric guitar he got hooked from the start. That's what it did. To the back street kid It's a
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Then the sweetest voice he's ever heard says, Hello. Breakfast's almost ready baby, come on home. I've thought the whole thing over and I think I understand. That the king of Oak Street is just an
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street rat. Nothing to offer. Street rat. Snake in the grass. Street rat. Steals another meal. Street rat. But it may be his last The look of desperation. Sure to bite the dust. His constant
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street rat. Nothing to offer. Street rat. Snake in the grass. Street rat. Steals another meal. Street rat. But it may be his last The look of desperation. Sure to bite the dust. His constant
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*** your coat and get your hat. Leave your worries on the doorstep. Life can be so sweet. On the sunny side of the street. . Can't you hear the pitter-pat. And that happy tune is your step
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*** your coat and get your hat. Leave your worries on the doorstep. Life can be so sweet. On the sunny side of the street. . Can't you hear the pitter-pat. And that happy tune is your step
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The sparks of the tempest rage a hundred years on. The voice of the dreamer screams, the cause of the pawn. The King and the Queen are gone, each piece is the same. The difference between us is a
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The sparks of the tempest rage a hundred years on. The voice of the dreamer screams, the cause of the pawn. The King and the Queen are gone, each piece is the same. The difference between us is a
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street. Oh, it's the state of grace. And it's all done in the mean street, yeah Take my hand and close your pretty eyes. It's gonna hurt so much. When summer hits the New York sky. Oh no, it's all
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. Where all the proud and elite folks meet. Heaven on earth, they call it Basin Street Basin Street is the street. Where the best folks always meet. In New Orleans, land of dreams. You'll never know how
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. Running on the wrong side of the rails. With my boot lace tie and my hand-me-downs. You know I run the toughest bunch this side of town. Those street kids making news just being around I've been bottled
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On the Sunny Side Of the Street. Tony Bennett. Lyrics by Dorothy Fields. Music by Jimmy Mchugh. . This version did not chart but. In 1930, two versions did chart Ted Lewis (# 2) and Harry
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You, I wanna take you to a gay bar. I wanna take you to a gay bar. I wanna take you to a gay bar. Gay bar, gay bar Let's start a war. Start a nuclear war. At the gay bar. Gay bar, gay bar At
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Bài hát Piano Bar - Best Of Jazz Hits - V. A . 01 - 0000 - Georgia On My Mind - Ray Charles. 02 - 0338 - At Last - Etta James. 03 - 0638 - My Baby Just Cares for Me - Nina Simone. 04 - 1016
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(Back street). (Back street). . I've been living off of Main Street. Where society is the thing. But people that live on Main Street. They don't know how to swing. But the people on the back
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And a bus comes in on the Hollywood freeway in the dark. A face catches sight of home, though at this spirited town. Such a beating of the heart and a hope deep down inside. They say the streets
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Four walls. Two of us. My feet. And a window to the street. . Paintings. Stare at me. They're not yours. There's your necklace on my arm. . Cubicles and cotton reels. The hum of the
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Four walls. Two of us. My feet. And a window to the street. . Paintings. Stare at me. They're not yours. There's your necklace on my arm. . Cubicles and cotton reels. The hum of the
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Hey man, gotta take a stand, so you think that you've been had. I'm here to bet ya, street's gonna get ya, well two out of three ain't bad. Hey man, it's gettin' out of hand, cross your heart and
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Sometimes when I'm walking down this lonely street. Well, it sure don't seem like it's been twenty years. Since I went walking down this lonely street. And the smell of perfumed ladies filled the
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I still hang around neither lost nor found. Hear the lonely sound of music in the night. Nights are always bright. That's all that's left for me, yeah. I play the street life. Because there's no
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Gonna wake up crazy to the cry of the trains on Beacon Street. So far from home, so far from love, so far from a friend in need. And all I need is a heart to hold and a good night's sleep. And all
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could kill someone, I don't care. But that's ain't the way it's going down tonight, I swear. We'll just walk on up to Highland Street behind the bar. In the back through the alley where they park the
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love inside the rodeo. Top ranking in a three piece suit. Like a black work model. In lonestar boots Singing. Street songs of love. Singing. Street songs of love. Singing. Street songs of love
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us. That's where the light and the dark folks meet. A heaven on earth, they call it Basin Street Basin street is the street. Where the elite always meet. Out in New Orleans, the land of dreams
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. That's where the line and the dark folks meet. A heaven on earth, they call it Basin Street I said, Basin Street, Basin Street. Where the elite always meet. Down in New Orleans, the land of dreams
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. That's where the line and the dark folks meet. A heaven on earth, they call it Basin Street I said, Basin Street, Basin Street. Where the elite always meet. Down in New Orleans, the land of dreams
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us. That's where the light and the dark folks meet. A heaven on earth, they call it Basin Street Basin street is the street. Where the elite always meet. Out in New Orleans, the land of dreams
