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Ira Hayes. Ira Hayes. Call him drunken Ira Hayes,. He won't answer anymore,. Not the whiskey drinking Indian,. Or the marine that went to war. Gather 'round me people,. There's a story I would
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Bài hát On Ira - Zaz. On ira écouter Harlem au coin de Manhattan. On ira rougir le thé dans les souks à Amman. On ira nager dans le lit du fleuve Sénégal. Et on verra brûler Bombay sous un feu
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Bài hát Ballad Of Ira Hayes (Album Version) - Johnny Cash. Ira Hayes, . Ira Hayes. CHORUS. Call him drunken Ira Hayes. He won't answer anymore. Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian . Nor the Marine that
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Song Ira - Enrico Ruggeri. Come sento fiumi di banalità, . come vedo il marcio nella società, . come sento quello che è ingiusto, . io divento intollerante sempre più. . E davanti ai mari
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Bài hát On Ira - Florent Mothe, Judith. On partira de nuit, l'heure où l'on doute. Que demain revienne encore. Loin des villes soumises, on suivra l'autoroute. Ensuite on perdra tous les nords. On
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1(laughs),2,3,4 Now Old Dan Tuker was a mighty good man. Washed his face in a fryin' pan. Combed his hair with a wagon wheel. And died with a toothache in his heal Get out the way, Old Dan Tucker
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Well, here's a story 'bout a southern gal. She got all the parts and she's built quite well. And her name is Dixie Dynamite. She's a lady with beauty and grace. And she's got all this till you
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Richmond that fell. It was a time I remember, oh, so well The night they drove old Dixie down. And all the bells were ringin'. The night they drove old Dixie down. And all the people were singin'. They
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get what you want. I use the best, I use the rest. I use the enemy. I use anarchy 'Cause I want to be anarchy,. Its the only way to be Is this the MPLA. Or is this the UDA. Or is this the IRA. I
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the jukebox jumpin'. With a silly melody I heard, dixie rock and that dixie roll. Had a real good beat, yes it did. And a whole lotta soul. Oh, yeah Come on, play some good time music. Just the way
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Showboat coming up the river. See her lanterns flicker in the gentle breeze. I can hear the crickets singing in the evening. Old Dixie Lily moving past the cypress trees My little boat she rocks
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