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Bài hát Angelina - Mark Chesnutt. I always knew it, I'd recognize your face. And I rehearsed it, just what I would say. But then I saw you and all that I could do. Was just smile In your brown
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Bài hát Victoria - The Kinks. Long ago, life was clean. *** was bad and obscene. And the rich were so mean. Stately homes for the Lords. Croquet lawns, village greens. Victoria was my queen. Victoria
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song Angelina - Harry Belafonte. Angelina, Angelina, please bring down your concertina. And play a welcome for me cause I'll be coming home from sea. Yes its so long since I've been home. Seems like
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song Angelina - Harry Belafonte. Angelina, Angelina, please bring down your concertina. And play a welcome for me cause I'll be coming home from sea. Yes its so long since I've been home. Seems like
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!. Grida l'uomo nero. Strisce di cortile. Veneziano. Varekina. Corridoi. Varechina. Uomo nero. La moquette di un hotel. Tutta la sua vita come un film. Bentivoglio Angelina. Tu sei tutto per me
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!. Grida l'uomo nero. Strisce di cortile. Veneziano. Varekina. Corridoi. Varechina. Uomo nero. La moquette di un hotel. Tutta la sua vita come un film. Bentivoglio Angelina. Tu sei tutto per me
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Farewell Angelina, the bells of the crown. Being stolen by bandits, I must follow the sound. Well, the triangles tingle and the trumpets play slow. Say, "Farewell, Angelina, the sky is on fire and
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Looking at you so much to see. Eyes divining look back to me. Victoria victoria. From my outside point of view. I look into this world of you. Victoria victoria. . Oh & I want to show want to
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Chorus. Angel, oh my angel, Angelina. Heaven must be wonderin' where you are. Mornin' finds me prayin' please let me keep her. Each night finds me wishin' on a star. That always, oh always
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Tu y yo y solo un corazon. Que late por los dos. Que puede fallar. Cobarde y cruel. El amanecer. Cielo gris. Sin tu piel. Si no estas. Olvida todo al bailar Angelina. Hasta el amanecer. O morir de
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Written by Bob Dylan 1965. . Farewell Angelina, the bells of the crown. Are being stolen by bandits, I must follow the sound. The triangle tingles, the music plays slow. But farewell Angelina
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Farewell Angelina. The bells of the crown. Are being stolen by bandits. I must follow the sound. The triangle tingles. And the trumpet play slow. Farewell Angelina. The sky is on fire. And I
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