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I Got A Guy. Chick Webb & his Orchestra. v_Ella Fitzgerald (1937). . I got a guy. He don't dress me in sable. He looks nothing like Gable. But he's mine. And I think he's too divine. I got a
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Song Good Morning Heartache - Ella Fitzgerald. Good morning heartache. You old gloomy sight. Good morning heartache. Thought we said goodbye last night. I turned and tossed until it seems you have
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When they begin the beguine. It brings back the sound of music so tender,. It brings back a night of tropical splendor,. It brings back a memory ever green. I'm with you once more under the stars,
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. And down by the shore, an orchestra`s playing. And even the palms seem to be swaying. When they begin the beguine To live it again is past all endeavor. Except when that tune clutches my heart. And
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A B C D E F G. I never learned to spell. At least not well. . 1 2 3 4 5 6 7. I never learned to count. A great amount. . But my busy mind is burning to use. What learning I've got. I won't
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Song Miss Otis Regrets (She's Unable to Lunch Today) (Live) - Ella Fitzgerald. Miss otis regrets, she's unable to lunch today, madam,. Miss otis regrets, she's unable to lunch today. She is sorry
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words and music by Ella Fitzgerald and Van Alexander. A-tisket a-tasket. A green-and-yellow basket. I bought a basket for my mommie. On the way I dropped it. I dropped it, I dropped it. Yes, on
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words and music by Ella Fitzgerald and Van Alexander. A-tisket a-tasket. A green-and-yellow basket. I bought a basket for my mommie. On the way I dropped it. I dropped it, I dropped it. Yes, on
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words and music by Ella Fitzgerald and Van Alexander. A-tisket a-tasket. A green-and-yellow basket. I bought a basket for my mommie. On the way I dropped it. I dropped it, I dropped it. Yes, on
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know. Oh, Miss Fitzgerald we will never let you go. Ella, Ella, oh Ella, we will never let you go
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su le spine e i bianchi gigli. E tutti quanti gli vo somiglando. Al viso di colui che me, amando. Ha presa e terrà sempre, come quella. Ch'altro non ha in disio ch'e suoi piaceri Io mi son
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I Got A Guy. Chick Webb & his Orchestra. v_Ella Fitzgerald (1937). . I got a guy. He don't dress me in sable. He looks nothing like Gable. But he's mine. And I think he's too divine. I got a
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from opera Tosca E lucevan le stelle. ed olezzava la terra. stridea l'uscio dell'orto. e un passo sfiorava la rena. Entrava ella, fragrante,. mi cadea fra le braccia. Oh! dolce baci, o languide
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rose in su le spine e i bianchi gigli. E tutti quanti gli vo somiglando. Al viso di colui che me, amando. Ha presa e terrа sempre, come quella. Ch'altro non ha in disio ch'e suoi piaceri. . Io mi
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words and music by Ella Fitzgerald and Van Alexander. A-tisket a-tasket. A green-and-yellow basket. I bought a basket for my mommie. On the way I dropped it. I dropped it, I dropped it. Yes, on
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rash? Oh Bobby Darin and Louis Armstrong. They made a record, oh but they did. And now Ella, Ella, and her fellas. We're making a wreck, what a wreck of Mack the Knife Oh Snookie Taudry, bah bah bah
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. Could that boy do, something rash. . Oh bobby darin, and louis armstrong. They made a record, oh but they did. And now ella, ella, and her fellas. Were making a wreck, what a wreck. Of mack the
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. Could that boy do, something rash. . Oh bobby darin, and louis armstrong. They made a record, oh but they did. And now ella, ella, and her fellas. Were making a wreck, what a wreck. Of mack the
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rash? Oh Bobby Darin and Louis Armstrong. They made a record, oh but they did. And now Ella, Ella, and her fellas. We're making a wreck, what a wreck of Mack the Knife Oh Snookie Taudry, bah bah bah
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glide and sway. Savoy, let me stomp away with you Boo ba di ba di di bo bo bo (Savoy) the home of sweet romance. (Savoy) wins you at a glance. (Swing it Ella) happy feet. A chance to dance at the
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nobody's fool and I'm playing it cool as can be. I'll give it a whirl but I ain't for no boy catching me, swich-e-rooney. Telephone numbers well you know, I'm doing my rumbas with uno. And that'n my satin
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nobody's fool and I'm playing it cool as can be. I'll give it a whirl but I ain't for no boy catching me, swich-e-rooney. Telephone numbers well you know, I'm doing my rumbas with uno. And that'n my satin
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fool and I'm playing it cool as can be. I'll give it a whirl but I ain't for no boy catching me, swich-e-rooney. Telephone numbers well you know, I'm doing my rumbas with uno. And that'n my satin doll
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nobody's fool and I'm playing it cool as can be. I'll give it a whirl but I ain't for no boy catching me, swich-e-rooney. Telephone numbers well you know, I'm doing my rumbas with uno. And that'n my satin
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nobody's fool and I'm playing it cool as can be. I'll give it a whirl but I ain't for no boy catching me, swich-e-rooney. Telephone numbers well you know, I'm doing my rumbas with uno. And that'n my satin
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fool and I'm playing it cool as can be. I'll give it a whirl but I ain't for no boy catching me, swich-e-rooney. Telephone numbers well you know, I'm doing my rumbas with uno. And that'n my satin doll
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. Non sembravan' spaventati. Non credo a un mondo che rotola indietro. Non credo che per vivere serva un segreto. Non credo alle favole ma ho immaginazione. E credo che siam' tutti uguali e diversi da
