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the middle of the air Well there were three gates in the east. And there were three gates in the west. Three gates in the north. Three gates in the south. And that makes twelve gates to the city all
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Bài hát Hokey Pokey - Kids Choir. You put your right hand in, . You ut your right hand out; . You put your right hand in, . And you shake it all about. . You do the Hokey-Pokey, . And you turn
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Homesick, tired, all alone in a big city. Why should eveybody pity me?. Nighttime falling, and I'm yearning for Virginia. Hospitality within ya calls me Pale moon shining on the fields below
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Bài hát Hokey Pokey - Richard Thompson, Linda Thompson. You put your right hand in, . You ut your right hand out; . You put your right hand in, . And you shake it all about. . You do the Hokey-Pokey
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shoes. All paid up with his union dues. That's what I like 'bout the South Did I tell you about the place called Doo-wah-diddy?. But it ain't no town and it ain't no city. It's awful small but it's
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Ridin' on the City of New Orleans. Illinois Central, Monday mornin' rail. Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders. Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail. All along the south-bound
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Sitting down,. Sleeping city sidewalks,. To see what light and darkness brings. . A man in the moons,. That can't carry a smile,. Can't have smile in the back of the head. . I start to spare
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. . You do the Hokey-Pokey, . And you turn yourself around. . That's what it's all about! . You put your left foot in, . You put left foot out; . You put your left foot in, . And you shake it all about
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yet. But it doesn't matter where the money went. It wasn't how she paid her rent One, two, three Marlenas. There's got to be someone. We can trust, out here among us Now lookin' out across the city
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useless employment. Jack it in forever tonight. Or shut your mouth and pretend you enjoy it. Think of all the money you've got, yeah yeah. Yes, I wanna move the town to the clash city rockers. You need
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Bài Hát Three Hours. Trình Bày Nick Drake. Three hours from sundown. Jeremy flies. Hoping to keep. The sun from his eyes. East from the city. And down to the cave. In search of a master. In search of
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it out, poke it out, poke it out). All of these bitches want Carti now, uh. All of my bitches, they thotties now (ooh). Walk in that bitch and I walk it out (walk it out). Walk in that bitch with a 30
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Bài hát Down South Jukin' . Ca sĩ Lynyrd Skynyrd. Well, Billy Joe told me ,well everything's lookin' fine . He got the place all secure, got the icebox full of wine . He said, now hurry on all and
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Homesick, tired, all alone in a big city. Why should eveybody pity me?. Nighttime falling, and I'm yearning for Virginia. Hospitality within ya calls me Pale moon shining on the fields below
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) Vicksburg, Birmingham, Natchez and Savannah, Panama City. Y'all sure look pretty in the sunshine. Getting' dixiefried get yourself some rebel pride When it all goes south. (Where the fog's as thick as
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. Or fi na ne 'till three. Please. somebody won't you take me. To the city beneath the sea. How. how long. Can I stay away. How. how long. Can I stay away. Take me. take me. To the meters and
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. Shake for a sheik . I'm throwing these Emirates in the sky . Spinning this As-salamu alaykum . Peace to M. O. N. E. Y . I love my beaches, south beaches . Surfboard and high tide . I could just roll up
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three fine mamas sittin' all alone, gonna sip our wine and get it on. And do some down south jukin', lookin' for a peace of mind Now come Monday morn' we'll be headin' out to the field. And we'll be
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. He got three lovely ladies who just won't wait. Do some down south jukin'. And lookin' for a peace of mind. . Now put your Sunday pants on, lets get out on on the road. We been workin' all week
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Where do all the hippies meet?. South Street, South Street. Where the dancin' is elite. South Street, South Street. . Alive by side we're loose and neat,. When we're stompin' down the street
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Where do all the hippies meet?. South Street, South Street. Where the dancin' is elite. South Street, South Street. . Alive by side we're loose and neat,. When we're stompin' down the street
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Where do all the hippies meet?. South Street, South Street. Where the dancin' is elite. South Street, South Street. . Alive by side we're loose and neat,. When we're stompin' down the street
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. Slowly crept up and still paid dues. I embody the South, the swang, the bang. The soul and the paint and the blues Grew up on the country side of town. Now I'm ballin' under city lights. Grew up on the
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mind with three chords and the truth Oh just when I thought I was over you. He changed my mind with three chords and the truth. He changed my mind with three chords and the truth
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in old Spanish lace. And for a tender while I kissed the smile upon her face. For it was Fiesta, we were so gay. South of the border, down Mexico way And she smiled and she whispered, "Manana
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When the south wind of summer. Sings through the trees. And the high mountain thunder. Hangs low in the breeze A strong heart flows over. An empty heart fills. And the south wind of summer
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