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Standing on a corner. Watching all the girls go by. Standing on a corner. Watching all the girls go by. . Brother, you don't know. A nicer occupation. Matter of fact. Neither do I. . Than
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year, lads and lasses. Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la. . Sing we joyous, all together. Fa-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la. Heedless of the wind and weather. Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
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. Hail the new year, lads and lasses. Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la. Sing we joyous, all together. Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la. heedless of the wind and weather. Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
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Christmas. Fa la la la la, la la la la. While I tell of Yuletide treasure,. Fa la la la la, la la la la. Fast away the old year passes,. Fa la la la la, la la la la. Hail the new, ye lads and lasses,. Fa la
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Bài hát The Legend Of The Johnson Boys - Flatt, Scruggs. Have you heard the many a story. Told by old and young with joy. 'Bout the many deeds of daring. That was done by the Johnson boys. That was
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As I went out walking one fine summer morning. The birds in the bushes did whistle and sing. The lads and the lasses in couples were courtin'. Going back to the factory their work to begin He
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. . You get admiration from all of the lads, . The mothers take a shine to you, that's not the case with the dads, . They have to keep both eyes on you just in case you make a move, . But we all know
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We are the boyz. And we are class act. Getting trashed so make some noise. We are the boyz We are the lads. We sleep with slags. We nick their fags. We got no choice. We are the boyz Oh we are
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Heave lads, an audience awaits. Heave lads, the final scene is set. Heave lads, curtains clear the debt. Waiting in empty halls. Smiling between the walls. . This is my finest hour. Now is
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Heave lads, an audience awaits. Heave lads, the final scene is set. Heave lads, curtains clear the debt. Waiting in empty halls. Smiling between the walls This is my finest hour. Now is your
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when you spit, my ears are ringing. How can you * bare lads?. Is your fanny not stinging?. I bet your fanny's * minging. Sort out your manky Scouse brow. M to the B is coming at you with a row
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