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. I wonder why. Yesterday you told me 'bout the blue blue sky. And all that I can see is just a yellow lemon-tree. I'm turning my head up and down. I'm turning turning turning turning turning around
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Dear sir, can you remember me?. I'm the one that picked the apple tree. Dear sir, can you remember me?. I'm the one that picked the apple tree Dear sir, can you remember me?. Have a look inside
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Dear sir, can you remember me?. I'm the one that picked the apple tree. Dear sir, can you remember me?. I'm the one that picked the apple tree Dear sir, can you remember me?. Have a look inside
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Bài hát bao giờ hơn b-b-bây giờ! - Tris Đặng. Hình như em lâu nay không quen ai và. Chỉ một mình tôi được là. Nhân vật mà em luôn nhắc tên. Hình như em xưa nay hay quên cơ mà. Sao giờ lại nhớ để mà
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I'm turning my head up and down . I'm turnin', turnin', turnin', turnin', turnin' around. And all that I can see is just another lemon tree. I wonder how. I wonder why. Yesterday you told me 'bout
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Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans. Way back up in the woods among the evergreens. There stood an log cabin made of earth and wood. Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode. Who
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Hunted down I came upon. A place of ferns and grass. Gathered to a redbud tree. And now their footsteps pass. Where I crouch in dread. Discovery my certain death. Bur leaves reaching for my
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tree, pine tree. Growin' from the soil of Gallilee. Don't be scared now, don't be slow. If you don't go the roots won't grow When I was a child there. Three feet I stood. I looked out on the valley
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Go. Go, Johnny, go, go. Go, Johnny, go, go. Go, Johnny, go, go. Go, Johnny, go, go. Johnny B. Goode. He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack. Or sit beneath the tree by the railroad track. Oh, the
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You're the one who beckoned the wind. And fanned the flame when our love began. So don't pretend you don't know me. Our names are carved on you, singing tree. Oh singing tree. Sing to me . Call
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Withering tree, bearing no fruit. Never will see an evergreen suit. Reaching right out, out for the sun. Broken old branches, fall one by one. Into the arms of eternity. Into the arms of
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Under that apple suckling tree, oh yeah. Under that apple suckling tree, oh yeah. Underneath that tree. There's just gonna be you and me. Underneath that apple suckling tree, oh yeah Old man down
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You're the one who beckoned the wind. And fanned the flame when our love began. So don't pretend you don't know me. Our names are carved on you Singing tree, oh, singing tree sing to me. Call
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Daddy hit the bottle. Momma hit the roof. They must've hit it off. I'm the living proof. All their bad habits. Got handed down to me. You can find me hanging. From the family tree. . Daddy
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One little Christmas tree was standing alone. Waiting for someone to come by. One little Christmas tree that never had grown. Cried as he looked up to the sky. . Oh please Mr Father tree, the
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words. All of my life I've been hunting. I've been a girl, I've been a boy. Digging my feet into the ground. Like an apple tree. Wanting to live with a purpose. Skin is a word, love is not a sin
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our family tree No, I didnt come to fight, he was a better man I might. But I wouldnt dirty my hands on trash like you, no. Bring out the babies daddy, thats who theyve come to see. Not the woman
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Bài Hát Fruit Tree. Trình BàyNick Drake. Fame is but a fruit tree. So very unsound. It can never flourish. Till its stalk is in the ground. So men of fame. Can never find a way. Till time has flown
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, I wonder why. Yesterday you told me 'bout the blue, blue sky. And all that I can see is just a yellow lemon tree. I'm turning my head up and down. I'm turning, turning, turning, turning, turning
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drop, drop (What's next?). My bass, bass. My drop, drop. My bass, bass. My bass, bass, b-b-b-b-b (What's hot?). My bass. My bass, bass. My drop, drop. Chopped vocals. My bass, bass. My drop, drop. My
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Bài hát Tie A Yellow Ribbon Round The Ole Oak Tree - Dawn. I'm comin' home, I've done my time. Now I've got to know what is and isn't mine. If you received my letter telling you I'd soon be free
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Bài hát The Hanging Tree - Adriana Figueroa. The Hanging Tree. Are you,are you ?. Coming to the tree. Where they strung up a man they say who muddered three. Strange thing did happen here . No
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Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree. At the Christmas party hop. Mistletoe hung where you can see. Every couple tries to stop Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree. Let the Christmas spirit ring
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people got an apple, some people got a tangerine. Look around and all I see is people happy with what they're given. Life is pretty sweet, I'm told. I guess I'm just * outta luck, growing a lemon tree
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Song Family Tree - Darryl Worley. Dancin' in the living room cuttin' up a rug. Dancin' with a baby looks more like a hug. Livin' in a house made of saw mill wood. "Roll over Beethoven" never
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sit beneath the tree by the railroad track. Old engineer sitting in the shade. Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made. . The people passing by would stop an say. Johnny B. Goode. іOh my
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I wonder how. I wonder why. Yesterday you told me 'bout the blue blue sky. And all that I can see is just a yellow lemon tree. I'm turnin' my head up and down. I'm turnin', turnin', turnin', turnin
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Cinnamon tree, graceful and free. We meet just once in a while but the spice in your smile is magic to me. Cinnamon tree, wise and sturdy. Your roots are firm in the ground to soak up whats around
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was too slow and he fell to the floor. With three bullets close to the heart Oh, cottonwood tree are you waiting for me. Waiting to take me away. I've done no wrong, but the town cannot see. And, so
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Are you, are you. Coming to the tree. They strung up a man. They say who murdered three. Strange things did happen here. No stranger would it be. If we met at midnight. In the hanging tree
