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Bài hát The Girl Is Mine (Ft. Paul McCartney) - Michael Jackson. Verse 1 Michael Jackson. Every night she walks right into my dreams. Since I met her from the start. I'm so proud I am the only one
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ti. ar. al. <Paul McCartney>. By Scissor sister. There's an urgency I'm feeling for the first time. It's all mine. Do we dream about each other at the same time?. All night. This might be the only
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ti. ar. al. <Paul McCartney>. By Scissor sister. There's an urgency I'm feeling for the first time. It's all mine. Do we dream about each other at the same time?. All night. This might be the only
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La la la la la lovely Linda. With the lovely flowers in her hair. La la la la la lovely Linda. With the lovely flowers in her hair
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Lời bài hát/ lyric "Let it be". Nhạc sĩ/ sáng tác john lennon and paul mccartney. When I find myself in times of trouble. Mother Mary comes to me. Speaking words of wisdom let it be. And in my hour
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(Paul Mccartney). . Well, I was found in the transit lounge. Of a dirty airport town. What was I doing on the road to ruin. Well my mama laid me down. My mama laid me down. . Around my hand
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Song 222 - Paul McCartney. Look at that. Look at her walking. Turning my head. Taking my breath away. Look at that. Look at her walking. Turning my head. Taking my breath away. Look at that. Look at
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Song New Moon Over Jamaica - Johnny Cash, Paul McCartney, Tom T. There's a new moon over Jamaica. And the new year just got here, you see. There's a new moon over Jamaica. And I'm living with an
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(Paul McCartney) She's Leaving Home lyrics. Wednesday morning at five o'clock as the day begins. Silently closing her bedroom door. Leaving the note that she hoped would say more. She goes
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(Paul Mccartney). . Well, I was found in the transit lounge. Of a dirty airport town. What was I doing on the road to ruin. Well my mama laid me down. My mama laid me down. . Around my hand
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(Lennon/McCartney). Hey Jude, don't make it bad. Take a sad song and make it better. Remember to let her into your heart,. Then you can start to make it better. . Hey Jude, don't be afraid
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(Mccartney). . You are what it is that makes the world go around for me. You are what I need, you make me feel good about myself. You see, I love you so much, I can never do without your touch
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your time. Because the doggone girl is mine. The girl is mine. Michael, we’re not going to fight about this, okay. Paul, I think I told you. I’m a lover not a fighter. I’ve heard it all before, Michael
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I couldn't stay without you. You've got me singing the blues. (Mr. Paul Wiggins, Come on Paul). Well, the moon and the stars no longer shine. The dream is gone I thought was mine. There's
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Song House Of Wax - Paul McCartney. Lightning hits the house of wax. Poets spill out on the street. To set alight the incomplete. Remainders of the future. Hidden in the yard. Hidden in the yard
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(Lennon/McCartney). Hey Jude, don't make it bad. Take a sad song and make it better. Remember to let her into your heart,. Then you can start to make it better. . Hey Jude, don't be afraid
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Song Nod Your Head - Paul McCartney. If you really love me baby. Better then stayin in bed. If you really love me baby, nod your head. If you really love me baby. Til you fall down dead, she said. If
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Bài hát Mr. Bellamy - Paul McCartney. I'm not coming down. No matter what you. I like it up here without you. Go light, Mr. Bellamy. We'll have you down soon. No one to tell me what to do. No one
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Ram on, give your heart to somebody. Soon right away, right away. Ram on, give your heart to somebody. Soon right away, right away Ram on, give your heart to somebody. Soon right away, right away
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One, two, three, four I was walking down the street the other day. Who did I meet?. I met a friend of mine and he did say. "Man, I can smell your feet a mile away" Smile away, smile away, smile awa
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Well, well, well, well, well. Do you love me like you know you ought to do?. Well, well, well, well, well. Or is this the only thing you want me for? Well, I've been meaning to talk to you about it
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So I sat in the attic a piano up my nose. And the wind played a dreadful cantata. (Cantata, cantata). Sore was I from the crack of a enemy's hose. And the horrible sound of tomato. (Tomato, tomat
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