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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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Salutation, Joe Budden here. I be your host for this evening, you know. Doug B, with the banger, webb, nitty, dollar. Shouts is stupid, let that bass knock Still on your block with it. Street
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Song Finally - Kitty Wells, Webb Pierce. Finally, yes, darling, finally. You'd stop denying my love for you. Oh, wonderful, yes, it's so wonderful. To hold you close to me, finally For so long, I
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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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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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song is by Big Joe Williams. From down in Crawford, Mississippi. Lord Got he must've sold a million. Now got to meet him one time. About a year before he died, yeah. . I was standing in the
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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
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Last time, last time we were here at Folsom Prison,. They were hanging Joe Bean. Is Joe still here, Joe Bean?. Hang the son of a * anyways, right? Well, they're hanging Joe Bean this morning
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Last time, last time we were here at Folsom Prison,. They were hanging Joe Bean. Is Joe still here, Joe Bean?. Hang the son of a * anyways, right? Well, they're hanging Joe Bean this morning
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, be careful! That chick belongs to Smokey Joe" From behind the counter I saw a man. A chef hat on his head and a knife in his hand. He grabbed me by my collar and he began to shout. "You'd better eat
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Hey, does anybody know. How I can get in touch with Joe? If I have to catch a subway. Or catch a plane on a runway. I've got to find out some way. Where did he go? Yesterday was bright and sunny
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Hey Joe, where you goin' with that money in your hand?. Hey Joe, where you goin' with that money in your hand?. Chasin' my woman, she run off with another man. Goin downtown, buy me a Forty Four
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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 Hold 'em Joe - Harry Belafonte. Hold 'em Joe, hold'em Joe, hold'em Joe. But don't let him go. Hold 'em Joe, hold'em Joe, hold'em Joe. But don't let him go. Me donkey want water, hold'em Joe
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As old Joe sat a dyin'. The baby down the hall was cryin'. Somebody had a party goin' on. The fat boy you told tales to. Moved away the other day. To think with no goodbye. He could have gone
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, highty mighty Joe. Stomped out crews everywhere he goes, highty mighty Joe. Stomped out crews everywhere he goes, highty mighty Joe High and mighty, highty mighty Joe. Stomped out crews everywhere he
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Don't cry Joe, let her go, let her go, let her go. Don't cry Joe, let her go, let her go, let her go You got to realize this is the wind-up. You're gonna feel much better once you make your mind up
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Tour bus rolling down Broadway. Says "nobody you would know". In all the store front windows I see my face. And the lame expression of this average Joe. . Lord, a fool and his money parted ways
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surrenders. Taken into custody. So satisfying, I would be lying. If I didn't want to hear the plea So we gather 'round, Psycho Joe. The quiet loners, always blow. Strap him in the chair. And killing bad
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So you're on the floor, at 54. Think you can last at the palace. Does your body go to the to and fro?. Tonight's the night, oh didn't you know That Ivan meets G. I. Joe. Ivan meets G. I. Joe
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me hot notes. . Oh baby, I don't want. Any tune, on a cello. Give the rhythm men a chance. Sing me a swing song and let me dance. . Ol' Chick Webb is beatin' it out. Makes me feel like I want
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Smokey Joe you're calling at the station. If I killed him there are complications. I did not ask for this. Oh, but love yes you've did Maybe it terrifies me. (It's too, too easy, its too easy
