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(2 minutes silence). . . In Flanders fields. The poppies grow. Between the crosses. Row on row. That mark out place. We are the dead.
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like a child head over heel in fields of summer And now that you have caught me, are you sure you really want me?. Though I'm fragile as December on your shoulder in the dawn. And when the day has made
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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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eighty-five hill. Hang on St. Christopher on the passenger side. Open it up tonight the devil can ride Hang on St. Christopher with a barrelhouse dog. Kick me up Mount Baldy, throw me out in the fog
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exception to the rule. I'm irresistible you fool . give in. (Give in, you'll never win). Whatever Lola wants. Lola gets. Instrumental Interlude. I always get, what I aim for. And your heart and soul. Is what
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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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say. I can tell by the look in your eye. You'd better watch yourself, St. George is on his way. . Is it true that he's a mighty warrior. And a viper of the first degree?. I've been sentenced here
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my way. With the best in the house, I will greet him and welcome him. At home on the green fields of Amerikay. So pack up your sea stores now, consider it no longer. Ten dollars a week isn't very bad
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songs to sing . Of the glory round the Fields of Anfield Road. Outside the Paisley Gates . I heard a Kopite calling . Paisley they have taken you away. . You led the great 11 . Back in Rome in 77 . And
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, nowhere. . I got the St. Louis blues, blues as I can be. That man's got a heart like a rock cast in the sea. Or else he wouldn't have gone so far from me. . I love my baby like a school boy loves his
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to go out to that bar As I feed off a dead pig, I'm thinking back. To when I had a heart beat, and how I would act. I would steal from the poor, I'd laugh at the sick. But in the killing fields, you
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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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who could make it all clean. Out there in the shadow of the modern machine. Walks St. Robinson in his Cadillac dream. . Well Carrie's down in her basement all toe shoes and twin. With the girl in
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, the village of St. Bernadette Ave, ave, ave Ma-ri-a. Ave, ave, ave Ma-ri-i-ia There, like a dream, this wonderful night. I gazed at the grotto aglow in the light. A feeling divine swept over me
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before she started. St. Jude, we lay in bed as she whipped around us. St. Jude, maybe I've always been more comfortable in chaos. And I was on the island and you were there too. But somehow through the
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, nowhere. . I got the St. Louis blues, blues as I can be. That man's got a heart like a rock cast in the sea. Or else he wouldn't have gone so far from me. . I love my baby like a school boy loves his
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through the rain Silent fields of despair, my tears in the rain. Pain in my heart bleedin' through. One day we'll be back for one moment in time. Endlessly searchin' for you Who can cure my emptiness
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Mmmmm you can find me in St. Louie. Where the gun play ring all day (nanana). Some got jobs and some sell yea'. Others just smoke and * all day Mmmmm you can find me in St. Louie. Where the
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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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Lola loves Frank, Frankie loves Lola. On their second honeymoon in Pensacola. Tryin' to find a little privacy, oh me. There'd been too much screamin', fussin' and fightin'. The doggies were
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dream we're all involved in. Wow, Can I see it, can I say it may exist. Rest me, hide my years around the planet. If we dwell in the fields of regret. . What horror must invade the mind. When the
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tell by the look in your eye. You'd better watch yourself, St. George is on his way Is it true that he's a mighty warrior. And a viper of the first degree?. I've been sentenced here to slay the giant
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tell by the look in your eye. You'd better watch yourself, St. George is on his way Is it true that he's a mighty warrior. And a viper of the first degree?. I've been sentenced here to slay the giant
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pure. Drowns in tears but keeps on shining. Just keep on shining. Oh, Lola, Lola. I'm an angel and a demon. Happy when I act the meanest. I think like all my nights are sleepless. This feels like
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say. I can tell by the look in your eye. You'd better watch yourself, St. George is on his way. . Is it true that he's a mighty warrior. And a viper of the first degree?. I've been sentenced here
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, dark and sweet as hash. Way down in the hollow, leavin' so soon. Oh, St. Teresa, higher than the moon. Reach down for the sweet stuff, when she looks at me. I know any man sees you like I see. Follow
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, dark and sweet as hash. Way down in the hollow, leavin' so soon. Oh, St. Teresa, higher than the moon. Reach down for the sweet stuff, when she looks at me. I know any man sees you like I see. Follow
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me to dance. I asked her her name and in a dark brown voice she said lola L-o-l-a lola lo-lo-lo-lo lola. Well I’m not the world’s most physical guy. But when she squeezed me tight she nearly broke my
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Her name was Lola, she was a showgirl. With yellow feathers in her hair and a dress cut down to there. She would merengue and do the cha-cha. And while she tried to be a star. Tony always tended
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The Bells of St. Mary's. Ah, hear they are calling. The young loves, the true loves. Who come from the sea. . And so my beloved. When red leaves are falling. The love bells shall ring out
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Song Physical - St. Lucia. Open up my eyes, and feeling light. Flooding in like an ocean. It’s a simple game but now the message. In your eyes it is broken. And I’m a mess. I can’t explain. What’s
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Song Cotton Fields (Remastered) - 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
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Bài hát The First Noel - Celtic Woman. The first Noel. The angels did say. Was to certain poor shepherds. In fields as they lay. In fields where they. Lay keeping their sheep. On a cold winter's
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The bells. Of St. Mary's. Ah. Here they. Are calling. The young loves. And the true loves. That come. From the sea. . And so my beloved. When the red leaves. Are falling. The love bells
