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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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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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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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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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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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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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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
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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. It's you, It's you, must go, and I must bide. But come
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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,. It's you, it's you must go and I must bide. But come
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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 dying. 'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bye But come ye back
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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. Tis you, Tis you, must go and I must bide But Come ye back
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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. It's you, It's you, must go, and I must bide. But come
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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
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Bài hát Danny Boy - Harry Belafonte. 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
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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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Oh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling. From Glen to Glen and down the mountain side. And the summer's gone, all the leaves are dying. It's you, it's you, must go and I must bide But come
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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. It's you, it's you. Must go and die must bide
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Boy, we think you're a fag. With your ponytail and that ring in your ear. Hey, we don't need no homos foulin' up the air" Danny just smiled and picked up a 2 by 4. And he split that jerk from his jaw
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. . You broke my heart, danny boy. Not your fault, danny boy. I was had at the doorstep. Played, like a two to a four-set. Had, like poor job in the bible by god. . Day comes, i wake. I wake with 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 roses falling. It's you, it's you must go and I must bide But come ye
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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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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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Bài hát The Delicious Tomato Song - Namikawa Daisuke. ("Oi, Supein! Kotoshi mo tomato ga takusan toreta zo kono yaro!"). Buono! Tomato buono! Tomato. Buono buono oo! Tomato!. Aka agete midori sagete
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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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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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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, and I must bide. But come
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Bài hát The Delicious Tomato Song Beat - Namikawa Daisuke. ("Oi, Supein! Kotoshi mo tomato ga takusan toreta zo kono yaro!"). Buono! Tomato buono! Tomato. Buono buono oo! Tomato!. Aka agete midori
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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 dying. 'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bye. . But come ye
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