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come home again to Wales (Choir alone). We'll keep a welcome in the hillside. We'll keep a welcome in the Vales. This land you knew will still be singing. When you come home again to Wales (Bryn
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merry organ. Sweet singing in the choir The holly bears a blossom. As white as lily flower. And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ. To be our sweet Savior Oh, the rising of the sun. And the running of the
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darkest desire. When life sings for you through the devil's choir. Fear (Hey!) wont (Hey!). Steal what burns in you (Hey!) I'll carry on. And wait for the fire. My desire, devil's choir. My desire
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. . Preachin' to the choir. . Walking through the forest. In my birthday suit. Feeling free and dangling in the breeze. Soakin' up that sweet sunshine on my body. Thinkin'. "Hey, this is the life for me
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merry organ, sweet singing in the choir The holly bears a blossom as white as lily flower. And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ to be our sweet Savior. O the rising of the sun and the running of the deer
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Bài hát By The Light Of The Silv'ry Moon (With Paul Weston & His Orchestra, The Norman Luboff Choir) - Doris Day. Chorus. By the light of the silvery moon. I want to spoon. To my honey, I'll croon
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Bài hát Dig A Little Deeper (Feat. The Pinnacle Gospel Choir) - Jenifer Lewis. Mama Odie . Don't matter what you look like. Don't matter what you wear. How many rings you got on your finger. We
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, . Send that little child to me, . All day the Doctor, . The Doctor, . Handles his responsibility. Lookin' like a Choir Girl, . Cryin' like a refugee, . Lookin' like a Choir Girl, . Cryin' like a refugee
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Well it's a big big city and it's always the same. Can never be too pretty tell me your name. Is it out of line if I were simply bold to say "Would you be mine"?. . Because I may be a beggar and
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Well it's a big big city and it's always the same. Can never be too pretty, tell me your name. Is it out of line if I was to be bold and say "Would you be mine"?. Because I may be a beggar and you
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Joy, joy, God's great joy. Joy, joy, down in my soul. Sweet beautiful soul saving joy. Oh joy, joy in my soul Listen to the music. The sound of the angels. Come and see the child. Who can make
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Joy to the world the Lord is come. Let Earth receive her King. Let every heart prepare Him room. And Heaven, let Heaven, Heaven and nature. Heaven and nature sing Everybody sing joy to the world
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Snow falling right on time. Another church bell chimes. And we're only hours away. From the light of Christmas Day. ♪. The choir so sweet and clear. Somehow we made it here. The faithful and the ones
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. And we are busy being blessed With all that we can take and pocket. No one needs to know. We're the plug and they're the socket. Give us the juice and we'll go Can't you hear the choir now?. Listen
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. And we are busy being blessed With all that we can take and pocket. No one needs to know. We're the plug and they're the socket. Give us the juice and we'll go Can't you hear the choir now?. Listen
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. . All the mission bells will ring. The chapel choir will sing. The happiness you'll bring. Will live in my memory. . When the swallows. Come back to Capistrano. That's the day I pray that. You'll
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The rusted chains of prison moons. Are shattered by the sun. I walk a road, horizons change. The tournament's begun. The purple piper plays his tune. The choir softly sing. Three lullabies in an
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Bài hát The Lords Prayer - Andrea Bocelli, The Mormon Tabernacle Choir. Our Father. Which art in heaven. Hallowed be Thy name. Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done. On Earth. As it is in heaven. Give
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. . With threats of gas and rose motif. Their lips apart like a swollen rose. Their tongues extend, and then retract. A redcap, a redcap, before the kiss, before the kiss. . Doors like flint and window
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O say can you see by the dawn's early light. What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming. Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight. O'er the ramparts we watched
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insisted every Sunday on singing in the choir His voice was cracked, and broken age had touched his vocal chords. And nearly every Sunday he'd get behind and miss the words. Well, the choir got so
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Where do I go when there's nobody else to turn to?. Who do I talk to when nobody wants to listen?. Who do I lean on when there's no foundation stable? I go to the rock. I know He's able. I go to
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hear the choir. In the chapel in the moonlight. As they sing, "Oh promise me". Forever be mine Till the roses turn to ashes. Till the organ turns to rust. If you never come, I'll still be there
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