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night. Nobody would ever say a word not even durin' Martha White. And I was awful young back then but still I knew just why. That John closed the shop the whole day. When we heard that Hank had died
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Lost John standing by the railroad track. Waiting for the freight train to come back. Freight train come and it didn't stop. Lost John thought he'd have to ride on top. . Long, long lost John
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When he was young you'd not find him doing well in school,. His mind would turn unto the waters. Always the focus of adolescent ridicule,. He has no time for farmer's daughters. Alienated from
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Oh well, I, John, he saw might numbers. A way up in the middle of the air. I, John he saw might numbers. Way in the middle of the air. Got to mighty move, John, you saw mighty numbers. Way up in
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Marilyn peint sa bouche. Elle pense à John. Rien qu'à John. Un sourire, puis un soupir. Elle fredonne une chanson Ni triste, ni gaie. Entre deux, trois interviews. Et du swing qui mousse. Dans
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John Henry was about three days old,. Sittin' on his papa's knee. He picked up a hammer and a little piece of steel;. Said, "Hammer's gonna be the death of me, Lord, Lord. Hammer's gonna be the
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MARILYN ET JOHN . ( VANESSA PARADIS ) . Marilyn peint sa bouche . Elle pense a John . Rien qu'a John . Un sourire, puis un soupir . Elle fredonne une. chanson . Ni triste, ni gaie . Entre deux
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trails to you until we meet again!. . Happy birthday, john, from the full tilt band!!. . What'd I say ?. . You wrote another song. . No, it's this song. . I'd like to do it. . Are you ready
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Marilyn peint sa bouche. Elle pense a John. Rien qu'a John. . Un sourire. Puis un soupir. Elle fredonne une chanson. Ni triste. Ni gaie entre deux. Trois interviews. . Et du swing qui
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Marilyn peint sa bouche. Elle pense a John. Rien qu'a John. . Un sourire. Puis un soupir. Elle fredonne une chanson. Ni triste. Ni gaie entre deux. Trois interviews. . Et du swing qui
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Big John, big John. . Every morning at the mine you could see him arrive. He stood six-foot-six and weighed twofortyfive. Kinda broad at the shoulder. At naroow at the hip. And everybody knew
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Bài hát John Henry - Harry Belafonte. John Henry he could hammer,. He could whistle, he could sing. He went to the mountain early in the mornin'. Just to hear his hammer ring, Lord, Lord. Just to
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Saw a flea kick a tree. Fooba wooba, fooba wooba. Saw a flea kick a tree. Fooba wooba John Saw a flea kick a tree. In the middle of the sea. Well, John, ho, John. Fooba wooba John Saw a rat
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lost an old friend. In the end, in the end. Old John Robertson he wore a Stetson hat. People everywhere would laugh behind his back. No one cared to take any time to find out. What he was all about
