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Roots, roots rocking everyday. I and a Zion daughter is rocking to the dance tonight. Step and do it alright unverified. Roots rocking, roots rocking, roots rocking, roots rocking Oh no, you'll
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roots. Like a dizzy summer bloom. Got me thinking about you. My roots. Getting higher than the moon. Got me thinking about you. Every time it takes me to my roots. My roots, my roots. My roots, my roots
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Danny is my name, oh yes My name should be trouble. My name should be woe. For trouble and heartache. Is all that I know But Danny. Yes, Danny is my name. Oh, oh, oh yes, oh yes My life has been
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Oh, Danny boy. The pipes, the pipes are calling. From glen to glen. And down the mountainside The summer's gone. And all the roses falling. It's you, it's you must go. And I must bide But come
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words. Roots Radical (x2),. I'm a radical, roots radical. I'm a true born Jamacan,. Yes, I'm a radical roots radical. And I'm miles away from home. I'm a radical, roots radical. I'm a true born
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Roots Natty roots. Dread Binghi dread. I and I are the roots Some are leaf. Some are branches. I and I are the roots Some are the dry wood. For the fire. Whoa, Look at that They need a dry wood
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Oh, Danny Boy. The pipes, the pipes are callin'. From Glen to Glen. And down the mountain side The summer's gone. And all the roses fallin'. It's you, it's you. Must go and I must bide Oh
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Bài hát No Roots. Ca sĩ BowLand. I like digging holes. And hiding things inside them. When I'll grow old, I hope. I won't forget to find them. 'Cause I've got memories. And travel like gypsies in the
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are growing on me. Oh, we could put some roots down. All I want is you now. You know I'm done, you know I'm done running. I'm just thinking out loud. Trying out a new start. You and I got, you and I got
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house there's room for all. We just want to have to hold. (We just want). (To have to hold). We just want to have to hold No roots, no tree, no family, no me. No roots, no tree, no family, no me Our
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BASS CHECK 1-2. KEYS CHECK 1-2. DRUMS CHECK 1-2. Its The Roots,. Now what we want y'all to do is sit back y'all, and just relax y'all,. Sit back y'all, and just relax y'all,. Sit back y'all
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BASS CHECK 1-2. KEYS CHECK 1-2. DRUMS CHECK 1-2. Its The Roots,. Now what we want y'all to do is sit back y'all, and just relax y'all,. Sit back y'all, and just relax y'all,. Sit back y'all
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BASS CHECK 1-2. KEYS CHECK 1-2. DRUMS CHECK 1-2. Its The Roots,. Now what we want y'all to do is sit back y'all, and just relax y'all,. Sit back y'all, and just relax y'all,. Sit back y'all
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there. why did i leave you there. with your long black kitty and your funky hair. why did i leave you there. see mr danny boy. did ya see mr danny boy. he's a rock top boxer just a bundle of joy
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,. 'Caus it's too easy to bruise. When you take your mark,. Danny with your aim,. Danny for my heart,. It's only pain. What does it prove,. Again and again?. Danny nobody wins. (1. 23). If it's
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na na na na na na. It's too late, it's to late Danny was young boy. sitting at a table. playing with the dirty cards. hiding all the jokers, hitting all the aces. playing with the dirty cards It's
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na na na na na na. It's too late, it's to late Danny was young boy. sitting at a table. playing with the dirty cards. hiding all the jokers, hitting all the aces. playing with the dirty cards It's
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na na na na na na. It's too late, it's to late Danny was young boy. sitting at a table. playing with the dirty cards. hiding all the jokers, hitting all the aces. playing with the dirty cards It's
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na na na na na na. It's too late, it's to late Danny was young boy. sitting at a table. playing with the dirty cards. hiding all the jokers, hitting all the aces. playing with the dirty cards It's
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na na na na na na. It's too late, it's to late Danny was young boy. sitting at a table. playing with the dirty cards. hiding all the jokers, hitting all the aces. playing with the dirty cards It's
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Play I some music (*** a) reggae music!. Play I some music (*** a) reggae music!. Roots, rock, reggae *** a reggae music!. Roots, rock, reggae *** a reggae music! Hey, Mister Music, sure sounds
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Reggae. Roots, rap, reggae. And we don't stop. It's like that y'all and then we're ready to play. It's no jive, it's live and it's reggae. Roots, rap My homeboy Jay, don't scratch reggae. So
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Reggae. Roots, rap, reggae. And we don't stop. It's like that y'all and then we're ready to play. It's no jive, it's live and it's reggae. Roots, rap My homeboy Jay, don't scratch reggae. So
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coming out You better love me when my roots are showing. Or I'll pack up my boots and be going bye-bye-bye-bye-bye. If it's me that he's impressed with. Anything I might be dressed in. Ought to be just
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and gentlemen. Select the weapon at the gate upon entering, The Roots instrumentaling. Spark *, them niggas try to talk *. We hit em like the L at 60th and Market. South Philly clip a hold
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and gentlemen. Select the weapon at the gate upon entering, The Roots instrumentaling. Spark *, them niggas try to talk *. We hit em like the L at 60th and Market. South Philly clip a hold
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Song Danny Boy - Tony Bennett. Oh danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling. From glen to glen and down the mountain side. The summer's gone, and all the roses falling. It's you, it's you must go
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there's too much on my mind say what?. Malik get on the mic, there's too much on my mind Johnny on the spot, got the rhythm and the rhyme. * with The Roots, you know them niggas is the dime. I can
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Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling. From glen to glen, and down the mountain side. The summer's gone, and all the roses falling. 'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide. But come
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Woe Na Na Na. Hey Yeh Yeh Oh Yeh. This is to whom it may concern. Raggamuffin rastaman return. Says we all got a lesson to learn. This is the reason that I'm back to my roots. Back to my roots
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ya carry on moving forward. Now we combine our roots and our soul fire. And then we come in as one. And then we go - straight back to our roots. Again me go - straight back to our roots. Culcha
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Bing Crosby/John Scott Trotter Orchestra. . Written by Frederic E. Weatherly. . . Oh, Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling. From glen to glen and down the mountainside;. The summer's
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. Before we can discover who we are. . Chorus. Talkin' bout roots. Ah yah, yah. Back to a way of life. Roots. Ah yah, yah. Talkin' bout roots, back to a way of life. Roots. Ah yah, yah. Back to a
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. Before we can discover who we are. . Chorus. Talkin' bout roots. Ah yah, yah. Back to a way of life. Roots. Ah yah, yah. Talkin' bout roots, back to a way of life. Roots. Ah yah, yah. Back to a
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Oh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling. From glen to glen, and down the mountain side. The summer's gone, and all the flowers are dying. 'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide But
