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Bài hát The Wayward Wind - James Galway. (Chorus). Oh, the wayward wind is a restless wind. A restless wind that yearns to wander. And he was born the next of kin. The next of kin to the wayward wind
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Song Galway Girl - The High Kings. Well, I took a stroll on the old long walk. Of a day -I-ay-I-ay. I met a little girl and we stopped to talk. Of a fine soft day -I-ay-I-ay. And I ask you, friend
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". With my pretty little Galway Girl. You're my pretty little Galway Girl. You know she beat me at darts and then she beat me at pool. And then she kissed me like there was nobody else in the room. As last
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{Good evening ladies and gentlemen. James Brown enterprises presents. The James Brown show. Thank you, and now. The star of the show. Let the brother rap, James Brown}
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If you ever go across the sea to Ireland. Then maybe at the closing of your day. You will sit and watch the moon rise over Claddagh. Or watch the sun go down on Galway Bay For the breezes blowing
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her lovely Molly O', the lily of the west. One day as I was walking down by a shady grove. I spied a lord of high degree conversing with my love. She sang her song delightfully while I was sore
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Ten years ago on a cold dark night. Someone was killed 'neath the town hall light. Just a few at the scene, and they all did agree. That the man who ran looked a lot like me The judge said "Son
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I was down the glen one Easter morn. To a city fair rode I. There armed lines of marching men. In squadrons passed me by. No pipe did hum, no battle drum did sound it's loud tattoo. But the
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I was an unmarried girl. I'd just turned twenty-seven. When they sent me to the sisters. For the way men looked at me. Branded as a jezebel. I knew I was not bound for Heaven. I'd be cast in
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I was an unmarried girl. I'd just turned twenty-seven. When they sent me to the sisters. For the way men looked at me. Branded as a jezebel. I knew I was not bound for Heaven. I'd be cast in
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Here we are we've come to call. With pipes and flutes and fiddles and all. In case of death we've even brought a keener. So, if you're glum and feeling down. Just feel like us and act the clown
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Never give all the heart. For love will hardly seem worth thinking of. To passionate women if it seems certain Never give all the heart. For love will hardly seem worth thinking of. To passionate
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? And still she cried, "I love him the best. And a troubled mind sure can know no rest". And still she cried, "Bonny boys are few. And if my love leaves me, what will I do?" There is a dance house in
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As I went out walking one fine summer morning. The birds in the bushes did whistle and sing. The lads and the lasses in couples were courtin'. Going back to the factory their work to begin He
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Far away across the ocean. Underneath an Indian star. Dwells a dark eyed lonely maiden. On the coast of Malabar In the harbor, where we anchored. I can see her shy and sweet. With a bunch of
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". With my pretty little Galway girl. You're my pretty little Galway girl. You know she beat me at darts and then she beat me at pool. And then she kissed me like there was nobody else in the room. As last
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Words and music by leonard cohen Oh the sisters of mercy. They are not departed or gone. They were waiting for me. When I thought that I just can't go on. And they brought me their comfort. And
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a'flow. We saw him go . No word we know of him. Chorus A proud and gallant cavalier. A high man's scion of gentle mean(?). A fiery blade engaged to reap(?). He'd break the bravest in the field
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a'flow. We saw him go . No word we know of him. Chorus A proud and gallant cavalier. A high man's scion of gentle mean(?). A fiery blade engaged to reap(?). He'd break the bravest in the field
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Bài hát The Green Fields Of America - The Chieftains, Kevin Conneff. Farewell to the groves of shillelagh and the shamrock. Farewell to the girls of old Ireland all 'round. And may their hearts be as
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went away from me and he moved through the fair. And slowly I watched him, move here and move there. He went his way homeward with one star awake. As the swan in the evening moves over the lake I
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and bring him home Oliver James washed in the rain no longer. Oliver James washed in the rain no longer On the kitchen table that your grandfather did make. You in your delicate way will slowly clean
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