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Bài hát Là Bao Xa - Khói, Black Apple. Sẽ là bao xa. nếu như ta không còn chung lối?. Sẽ là bao xa. nếu ngày đó anh vẫn tin lời em nói? . Sẽ là bao xa. nếu kết cuộc anh vẫn chỉ có thể yêu em thôi
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Waiting for the sunlight. To come rising from the sea. We lay undercover. Shaded by the mango tree. We could stay forever. Never leave this paradise. Swaying in the ocean breeze. To the rhythm
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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 Hoàng Hôn - Khói, Black Apple. 1st verse - Khói. Chỉ tiếc là anh đến quá trễ thôi em ơi. Đến cả hoàng hôn đôi khi còn lỡ hẹn chân trời. Anh chỉ tiếc là sau bao cơn mơ anh từng tới. Thì em
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weather. But a legend never dies He said, "I ate the last mango in Paris. Took the last plane out of Saigon. I took the first fast boat to China. And Jimmy, there's still so much to be done" I had a
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a tootsie. Roll around make me get loosy. Watch me now, watch me now Chorus. Like I move it up and down. Like I make that thing a round. Like I bossy, jurckin', rollin', bourked. My big apple
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Apple Is A - T-ARA. Hey, Apple is A+. . Baby. l love you. . Bring Bring Bring . T A R A Apple . T A R A Apple . Dalkom dalkomae jjali jjalitae . Banjjak banjjak nuni busin neo . Dugeun dugeun
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Mal eopshi geudaeman bojyo. Motboncheok jinachilgeol almyeonseodo. Geudae gyeoteman isseumyeon. Shigani meonchungeot gata. Naenae utgiman haesseotjyo. Mal eopshi geudaeman bojyo tto nan. Hagoshipeun m
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Slowly let me tell you a story of a tree, an apple tree Once in a summertime garden lived a little apple tree. And the man who owned it wanted it to be picked. And so he sent forth to hire me Well
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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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dark brown eyes. Just standing in her light. Remembered love again that night. . Bitter apple take a bite. (It's kind of wonderful). Fallen star you're mine tonight. (Strange but beautiful
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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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weather. But a legend never dies. . Chorus. He said I ate the last mango in Paris. I took the last plane out of Saigon. Took the first fast boat to China. And Jimmy there's still so much to be done
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weather. But a legend never dies. . Chorus. He said I ate the last mango in Paris. I took the last plane out of Saigon. Took the first fast boat to China. And Jimmy there's still so much to be done
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club neighborhood. She was over there looking so damn good. And I was feeling every bit of my side of the tracks. But she took care of that. when she pulled out that moon shine. Tasted like an apple
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not. I'm falling down and I can't stop Let's go down to the apple tree. Naive as Adam and Eve. Oh oh oh, oh oh oh. Let's go down to the apple tree. Fighting against gravity. Oh oh oh, oh oh oh
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that a muh-hucca gets this up. Shake that cookie like what like what. Toss me a drop it's like lightning struck. Look at that apple cobbler butt. Whatchu wanna do, whatchu think? Want cut. Nba Live
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that a muh-hucca gets this up. Shake that cookie like what like what. Toss me a drop it's like lightning struck. Look at that apple cobbler butt. Whatchu wanna do, whatchu think? Want cut. Nba Live
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anymore. . There's no bone for you to pick. No more wax around the wick. . Shot the arrow from the circle. At the apple on the tree. From a garden that was Eden. Strange the fruit it bears for me
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, boy. I've heard all that before So bring me an apple, I'm crying. I've been persecuted like a dying man The spirit provides me. In a show, no mean martyr days, yeah. The spirit it gives. But it
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Shake my tree where’s the apple for me. Tickle my feet with the enemy (Nme). No point laughing if you don’t know why. I phone my love just to hear her smile. The word is up if you’re tough enough
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Shake my tree where’s the apple for me. Tickle my feet with the enemy (Nme). No point laughing if you don’t know why. I phone my love just to hear her smile. The word is up if you’re tough enough
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