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Artist otis redding. Album title the jimi hendrix experience/otis redding. Song title try a little tenderness. . Oh she may be weary. Them young girls they do get wearied. Wearing that same old
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Little Johnny Jewel. My little Johnny Jewel. Oh he's so cool. He had no decision. He's just trying to tell a vision. Well some thought it sad. And others thought it mad. They're just
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late to try again with you. We're in the middle of ending something that we knew. . Johnny It's over. deniece Oh, it was over. . Both Too much, too little, too late to ever try again. Too much
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late to try again with you. We're in the middle of ending something that we knew. . Johnny It's over. deniece Oh, it was over. . Both Too much, too little, too late to ever try again. Too much
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little, too late, we knew it had to end. . Deniece; Ah, it's over. johnny It's over. . Deniece. Yes, it's over, the chips are down (whoa). Nearly all our bridges tumbled down. johnny. Whatever
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gotta pay the band. It's just a little old fashioned karma coming down There's just a little old fashioned karma coming down. Just a little old fashioned justice going round. A little bit of sowing and
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I'm just a little beggar girl and Sally is my name. You can call me a skiver and I'll call you the same. You can show me you're sorry if you think it's a shame. That I'm only a poor little beggar
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Song Johnny B. Goode (Live At The Nos Studio 3 Hilversum / 1974) - Cuby & The Blizzards. Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans,. Way back up in the woods among the evergreens. There stood a
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bit. I'm going crazy and you're causing it. Little by little, bit by bit. I should stop caring but my love won't quit I'm the queen of fools, know the deck is stacked. On a losing streak but I'm a
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. People passing by would stop and say. Oh my that little country boy could play. . His mama told him someday he would be a man, . And he would be the leader of a big old band. Many people coming from
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. People passing by would stop and say. Oh my that little country boy could play. . His mama told him someday he would be a man, . And he would be the leader of a big old band. Many people coming from
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little, too late, we knew it had to end. . Deniece; Ah, it's over. johnny It's over. . Deniece. Yes, it's over, the chips are down (whoa). Nearly all our bridges tumbled down. johnny. Whatever
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, little queen. Makin' your passion play, little queen. Nobody knows your melancholy mind, little queen Away from the sellers, the papers said. Your crown was tight and heavy on your head. But still you
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Song Little Mountain Church House - Nitty Gritty Dirt Band. There's a little mountain church in my thoughts of yesterday. Where friends and family gathered for the Lord. Where an ol' fashioned
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that the driver made. People passing you know they stop and say. Oh my that little country boy could play. Go Go. Go Johnny Go Go . Go Johnny Go Go Go. Go Johnny Go Go. Go Johnny Go Go Go. Johnny B Goode
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Haul out. The holly. Put up the tree. Before my spirit. Falls again. Fill up. The stocking. I may be. Rushing things. But. Deck the halls. Again now. . For we need. A little Christmas
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People passing by, they would stop and say. Oh my, how that little country boy could play. . His mother told him, someday you will be a man. You will be the leader of a big old band. Many people
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Johnny had an ache. Hung around the poor boy's mate. Every time that Johnny ate. The little sucker fed the ache Come on, come together. Come on, come together So little J's a messed up boy. Who doled
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Johnny had an ache. Hung around the poor boy's mate. Every time that Johnny ate. The little sucker fed the ache Come on, come together. Come on, come together So little J's a messed up boy. Who doled
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that little country boy could play. . His mama told him someday he would be a man, . And he would be the leader of a big old band. Many people coming from miles around. To hear him play his music
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Deep down Louisiana close to New Orleans,. Way back up in the woods among the evergreens. There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood,. Where lived a country boy name of Johnny B. Goode. He
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that little country boy could play. . His mama told him someday he would be a man, . And he would be the leader of a big old band. Many people coming from miles around. To hear him play his music
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that little country boy could play. . His mama told him someday he would be a man, . And he would be the leader of a big old band. Many people coming from miles around. To hear him play his music
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. Miss you like the stars would miss the sky. I hate to see you go, I'm gonna miss you. So goodbye little darlin', goodbye Goodbye little darlin', I love you. I'll love you until the day I die. Will
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love like I am with-a my little girl. . She gives me all the love I want and more. She's everything that I've been looking for. She's my angel baby,. And I wouldn't change her for the world, now
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love like I am with-a my little girl. . She gives me all the love I want and more. She's everything that I've been looking for. She's my angel baby,. And I wouldn't change her for the world, now
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the killing floor Little by little we cross the line, ohh, ohh. Little by little the ties that bind, oho, ohh. Little by little by little by little, ohh, ohh. Little by little tonight Your sugar
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little country boy could play. . Chorus. . His mother told him someday you would be a man,. And you would be the leader of a big old band. Many people coming from miles around. To hear you play your
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little country boy could play. . Chorus. . His mother told him someday you would be a man,. And you would be the leader of a big old band. Many people coming from miles around. To hear you play your
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Richard Rodgers, Lorenz Hart. . Sit there and count your fingers. What can you do. Old girl you're through. Sit there, count your little fingers. Unhappy little girl blue. . Sit there and
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Richard Rodgers, Lorenz Hart. . Sit there and count your fingers. What can you do. Old girl you're through. Sit there, count your little fingers. Unhappy little girl blue. . Sit there and
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Bài hát The Little Boy That Santa Claus Forgot - Alex Harvey, His Soul Band. Christmas comes but once a year for every girl and boy. The laughter and the joy they find in each new toy. I'll tell you
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Richard Rodgers, Lorenz Hart. . Sit there and count your fingers. What can you do. Old girl you're through. Sit there, count your little fingers. Unhappy little girl blue. . Sit there and
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You crawl across the floor. On your hands and knees. To seek revelation. Little whip I pull you up. I *** your hair. I give you hope. Little whip I give the black sun. To sear off your tounge
