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Song Barcelona - (Friends Until The End) - Russell Watson, . Pino Palladino, Robbie McIntosh, John Savannah, . Geoff Dugmore, The Metro Voices, William Hayward, . Shaun Ryder, Royal Philharmonic
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(Sunng to Bagpipe Music). Scottish Singer (John Cleese) Herrre comes another one! (followed by the sound of machine gun fire) Ahhhhhhhhhh.
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When that evenin', evenin' sun goes down. You'll find me somewhere hangin' around. The night life, ain't no good life. People but it's my life Yeah, just listen to the blues, people. Listen to
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Royal. Royal. Du balkkeuteul tten sungan. Naegero jipjungdoeneun vibe. Iksukan siseon I want it. Sumgil pillyo eopjana. Neukkyeojyeo in your eyes, eyes, eyes. Heundeullim ttawineun eomneun nae
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land. Where surely life was sweet. On the rising tide to New York City. Did they ride into the street See the glory. Of the royal scam They are hounded down to the bottom of a bad town. Amid the
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Che bella cosa 'na iurnata 'e sole. N'aria serena doppo 'na tempesta. Pe' iiaria fresca pare gia 'na festa. Che bella cosa 'na iurnata 'o sole Ma n'atu sole, cchiu bello, oje. 'O sole mio, sta
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O come, O come, Emmanuel. O come, O come, Emmanuel And ransom captive Israel. That mourns in lonely exile here. Until the Son of God appears. Rejoice, rejoice, Emmanuel. Shall come to thee, O
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Three days of snow in Birmingham. Thought you'd wonder where I am. Rang our number all night long. It's no comfort on the telephone Ran out and caught a midnight flight. Thought a little love
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. It's the most wonderful time of the year. With the kids jingle belling. And everyone telling you "Be of good cheer". It's the most wonderful time of the year. It's the hap-happiest season of all
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patria sì bella e perduta. O membranza sì cara e fatal. Arpa d'or dei fatidici vati. Perché muta dal salice pendi?. Le memorie nel petto raccendi. Ci favella del tempo che fu. O simile di Sòlima ai fati
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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
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My young love said to me. My mother won't mind. And my father won't slight you. For your lack of kind She stepped away from me. And she moved through the fair. And fondly I watched her. Move
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Scottish lake Another industrial ugly morning. The factory belches filth into the sky. He walks unhindered through the picket lines today,. He doesn't think to wonder why The secretaries pout and preen
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It was a Scottish sailorman, who sure was right as rain. He'd like to tell you stories in a most peculiar way. With lowered voice and rolling eyes, the smell of booze. And beer. 'Beware my kids
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Bài hát Light Years. (Royal Disco Remix). Ca sĩ. Steve Aoki , Rivers Cuomo. Light years we've come. To call upon you now. We can see you standing. In the crowd. Light years we've come. To call upon
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the sun shining down,. Took off my worried shoes, my worried shoes,. . Oo-o-o-oo o-oo-ooo, oo-o-o-oo o-oo-ooo, oo-o-o-oo o-oo-. Ooo,. My worried shoes
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Bài hát Rule Britannia - Della Jones, The Royal Choral Society, BBC Concert Orchestra, Barry Wordsworth. When Britain fi-i-irst, at heaven's command,. Aro-o-o-o-ose from out the a-a-a-zure main
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Bài hát Rule Britannia - Della Jones, The Royal Choral Society, BBC Concert Orchestra, Barry Wordsworth. When Britain fi-i-irst, at heaven's command,. Aro-o-o-o-ose from out the a-a-a-zure main
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Catari, Catari, pecche me dice sti parole amare,. pecche me parle e 'o core me turmiente, Catari?. Nun te scurda ca t'aggio date 'o core, Catari,. nun te scurda! Catari, Catari, che vene a dicere
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Let Your arms enfold us. Through the dark of night. Will Your angels hold us. Till we see the light Hush, lay down your troubled mind. The day has vanished and left us behind. And the wind
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. And from the plains of Royal Meath. Strong men came hurrying through. While Brittania's huns with their long range guns. Sailed in through the foggy dew. Their bravest fell and the requiem bell
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Guinevere, of the royal court of Arthur. Draped in white velvet, silk and lace. The rustle of her gown on the marble staircase. Sparkles on fingers slender and pale The jester he sleeps but the
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Guinevere, of the royal court of Arthur. Draped in white velvet, silk and lace. The rustle of her gown on the marble staircase. Sparkles on fingers slender and pale The jester he sleeps but the
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