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sure twice the fun She's a rhythm child. (She'll drive you wild). She's a rhythm child. (Set your soul on fire). She's a rhythm child, rhythm child. (Sexy). Rhythm child, rhythm child. Just watch
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Street guys, walking, dancing. Sidewalk, music, hot thing. They got their boxes tuned into their favorite show. As they truck on down the road. Is that the radio. Yes that's the radio. Let it
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Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain. Telling me just what a fool I've been. I wish that it would go and let me cry in vain. And let me be alone again Now the only girl I've ever loved has
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Well, we were just another band out of Boston. On the road to try to make ends meet. Playin' all the bars, sleepin' in our cars. And we practiced right on out in the street No, we didn't have much
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Well, we were just another band out of Boston. On the road to try to make ends meet. Playin' all the bars, sleepin' in our cars. And we practiced right on out in the street No, we didn't have much
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Kids in the Street. The All American Reject. In the night, in the beat city light. We steal ourselves away and hold on tight. You were there, yeah, we were all there. Too young, too smart, too much
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Hanging out, down the street. The same old thing we did last week. Not a thing to do. But talk to you. . Steal your car, and bring it down. Pick me up, we'll drive around. Wish we had. A
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I have often walked down this street before. But the pavement always stayed beneath my feet before. All at once am I several stories high?. Knowing I'm on the street where you live Are there lilac
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I have often walked down this street before. But the pavement always stayed beneath my feet before. All at once am I several stories high?. Knowing I'm on the street where you live Are there lilac
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Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain. Telling me just what a fool I've been. I wish that it would go and let me cry in vain. And let me be alone again. The only girl I care about has gone away
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I have often walked down this street before. But the pavements always been beneath my feet before. All at once am I several stories high. Knowing I'm on the street where you live. . Are there
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You know that my tears. Have kept me awake. The longer you're gone. I'll hunger and shake. From Warsaw to Rome. I'll wait out of time. With you in my heart. The Rhythm Divine. . So won't you
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You know that my tears. Have kept me awake. The longer you're gone. I'll hunger and shake. From Warsaw to Rome. I'll wait out of time. With you in my heart. The Rhythm Divine. . So won't you
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Turn on the radio, turn off the lights. We'll bring an end, darling, to your endless night. You're on the wrong side of the street I see your fortune in the lines in your face. I knew you're
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9-9-9. The police don't come. Here on easy street. All the boys in their blue suits. Are lying in the heat. You got no reaction. Coming down my hall. You had no attraction. For anyone at all
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9-9-9. The police don't come. Here on easy street. All the boys in their blue suits. Are lying in the heat. You got no reaction. Coming down my hall. You had no attraction. For anyone at all
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, knees weak, arms are heavy. There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti. He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready. To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting. What he wrote down
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Bài hát Gang Of Rhythm - Walk Off The Earth. I got this old guitar. the strings are rusty. but it's all I need. bring in the kick drum. it can back the beat. let's gather round and sing a song. I got
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Bài hát Gang Of Rhythm - Walk Off The Earth. I got this old guitar. the strings are rusty. but it's all I need. bring in the kick drum. it can back the beat. let's gather round and sing a song. I got
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never leave that bed. . (Chorus). Turn out the lights like there's no one home. Cut the wires on the telephone. Our hearts are pounding like a hurricane. Makin' love to the rhythm of the pourin
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street They're dancing in Chicago. Down in New Orleans. In New York City All we need is music, sweet music. There'll be music everywhere. They'll be swinging, swaying, records playing. Dancing in the
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having fun. Band on the run, band on the run. And the jailer man and sailor sam were searching every one. . For the band on the run, band on the run, band on the run, band on the run. . Well, the
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Bring it down, band. Now , I just came here tonight to say. I just wanna say. I just wanna say Merry Christmas, baby, you surely treat me nice. Merry Christmas, baby, you surely treat me nice. I
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*** your coat and get you hat. Leave your worries on the doorstep. Just direct your feet. To the sunny side of the street Hear that pitter-pat. That's the happy sound of my feet. Life can be so
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*** your coat and get your hat. Leave your worry on the doorstep. Just direct your feet. To the sunny side of the street Can't you hear a pitter-pat?. And that happy tune is your step. Life can
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someone thinks he's got a right. To say what's good for you So how do you know. That the man in the street don't care?. And why don't you care. When the man in the street don't know, anyway? I'm not a
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with the rhythm, don't quit We've got goals and aspirations. We've got hopes and we've got fears. We're flesh and blood and mind and spirit. We make laughter and cry tears Pick up your bags and get
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2300 Jackson Street, 2300 Jackson Street Memories of growing up and working hard. Our childhood passed us by. Mom and dad, they sacrificed their wants and needs. So we could reach the light
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2300 Jackson Street, 2300 Jackson Street Memories of growing up and working hard. Our childhood passed us by. Mom and dad, they sacrificed their wants and needs. So we could reach the light
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with somebody new. Out on that floor And she's got the rhythm. And I got the blues. And she's showin' me. How much I had to lose With her every little move. She's tellin' me, "I'm over you". She's
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with somebody new. Out on that floor And she's got the rhythm. And I got the blues. And she's showin' me. How much I had to lose With her every little move. She's tellin' me, "I'm over you". She's
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See my thoughts and then see my scars. See my clothes, I dress to kill. See my blood and see my gun The crash street kids are comin to get ya. (Better run, better run, better run). The crash
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Bài hát Strike Up The Band - Maureen McGovern. Let the drums roll out. Let the trumpets call. While the people shout. "Strike up the band!". Let the cymbals ring. Callin' one and all. While the saxes
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to life on a make-shift stage. . It's the Bob Robert's Society Band. Playing every Sunday at the Orange Grove Stand. They don't play grunge and they don't play loud. It's the magic of the music
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On the Street Where You Live Artist Andy Williams (peak Billboard position # 28 in 1964). Words and Music by Alan Jay Lerner and Frederick Loewe. from the Broadway musical "My Fair Lady
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Song Low Down Dirty Mean - The Allman Brothers Band. Ain't that low down, low down, dirty, mean. The way you've been treatin' me, beats all I've ever seen. I loaned you my brand new car, said you was
