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Bài hát Joe Le Taxi - Vanessa Paradis. Joe le taxi. Y va pas partout. Y marche pas au soda. Son saxo jaune. Connait toutes les rues par coeur. Tous les p'tits bars. Tous les coins noirs. Et la Seine
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Seven days, seven more days she'll be comin'. I'll be waiting at the station for her to arrive. Seven more days, all I gotta do is survive. . She been gone ever since I been a child. Ever since
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in a week you're gettin' married, I got Seven whole days and seven whole nights. It's not much time to make you mine. Knowin' that girl should be here with me. I can't deny, my love I can't hide
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I forgot what my father said. I forgot what he said. I forgot what my mother said. As we laid on your bed A city full of flowers. A city full of rain. I got seven days to live my life. Or seven
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I dreamed, I saw Joe Hill last night. Alive as you and me. Says I "But Joe, you're ten years dead". "I never died" says he. "I never died" says he "The copper bosses killed you, Joe". "They shot
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Seven trumpets. The sound of thunder!. Seven trumpets. The threatening anger!. Seven trumpets. The trembling voice!. Seven trumpets. You got no choice!. Seven trumpets. The seven angels
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In the midday sun. They beat on their drums. When Poppa Joe comes to town. With his coconut-rum. They can all have fun. They can drink it. 'Till the sun goes down Poppa Joe just smiles politely
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Joe le taxi y va pas partout. Y marche pas au soda. . Son saxo iavne connait toutes les rues par coeur. Tous les p'tits bars. Tous les coins noirs. . Et la Seine et ses ponts qui brillent
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There's a boy out 'luma way named Joe Eugene. He's one mellow ass son of a *-a. He loves his wheat grass and cold bean curd. He's one healthy ass sone of a bitch-a. But late at night he
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rings, it's an understood thing. Joe don't know where they are At a table in the corner. There's a young man and an empty chair. His head in his hands, tears in his eyes. And a girlfriend's ring lying
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EVERYTHING WAS IN THE PICKUP TRUCK. HE PACKED A BAG AND MAMA SAID GOOD LUCK. IN CALIFORNIA, CALIFORNIA,. PAPA TOLD HIM THAT HE SHOULDN'T GO. SAID, "I DON'T WANNA SAY I TOLD YOU SO". BUT, JOE I
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Ho jump down, spin around, let's have a party. Look who's back, Stay Away Joe. Chock taw, chick a Shaw, gonna drink me hearty. Welcome back, Stay Away Joe Stay Away Joe they call me. Stay Away
