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Christine. In sleep he sang to me. In dreams he came. That voice which calls to me. And speaks my name. And do I dream again?. For now I find. The Phantom of the Opera is there. Inside my
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In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came . That voice which calls to me and speaks my name . And do I dream again? For now I find . Phantom of the opera is there inside my mind. Sing once again with
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The Phantom of the Opera. Sang by Steve Harley and Sarah Brightman Sarah. Beneath the operahouse,. I know he's there,. He's with me on the stage,. He's everywhere. And when my song begins,. I
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Tarja. In sleep he sang to me. In dreams he came. That voice which calls to me. And speaks my name. And do I dream again. For now I find. The Phantom of the opera is there. Inside my mind
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Ground rice, sugar, vinegar, seco salt, macaroni too,. Cook of the house,. I'm the cook of the house. No matter where I serve my guests,. They seem to like the kitchen best cause I'm the cook of
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Ground rice, sugar, vinegar, seco salt, macaroni too,. Cook of the house,. I'm the cook of the house. No matter where I serve my guests,. They seem to like the kitchen best cause I'm the cook of
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Ground rice, sugar, vinegar, seco salt, macaroni too,. Cook of the house,. I'm the cook of the house. No matter where I serve my guests,. They seem to like the kitchen best cause I'm the cook of
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The Phantom of the Opera. Sang by Steve Harley and Sarah Brightman Sarah. Beneath the operahouse,. I know he's there,. He's with me on the stage,. He's everywhere. And when my song begins,. I
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Bài hát The Phantom Of The Opera - Original London Cast. Famale. In sleep he sang to me. In dreams he came. That voice which calls to me. And speaks my name. And do I dream again. For now I find. The
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land. Where surely life was sweet. On the rising tide to New York City. Did they ride into the street See the glory. Of the royal scam They are hounded down to the bottom of a bad town. Amid the
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the night. Yeah, we were rockin' at the opera house until the break of light. And the orchestra were playin' all Chuck Berry's greatest tunes. And the singers in the chorus all got off on singing
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In sleep he sang to me . In dreams he came . That voice which calls to me . And speaks my name . And do I dream again? . For now I find . The Phantom of the Opera is there . Inside my mind . Sing
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Bài Hát Phantom Of The Opera - Ngọc Huệ. In sleep he sang to me. In dreams he came. That voice which calls to me. And speaks my name. And do I dream again?. For now I find. The Phantom of the Opera
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I've worked since then. To please the men. At the house of the rising sun. . There is a house. Down in new orleans. They call the rising sun. Its been the ruin of many a good girl. And oh god
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I've worked since then. To please the men. At the house of the rising sun. . There is a house. Down in new orleans. They call the rising sun. Its been the ruin of many a good girl. And oh god
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Bài hát Top Of The World - The Carpenters. Such a feelin's comin' over me . There is wonder in 'most ev'ry thing I see. Not a cloud in the sky, got the sun in my eyes. And I won't be surprised if
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Song The House Of Blue Lights - Merrill Moore. Lace up your your boots and a-broom on down. To a knocked-out shack on the edge of town. An eight-beat combo that just won't quit. Keep a-walking till
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What is america to me. A name, a map, or a flag I see. A certain word, democracy. What is america to me. The house I live in. A plot of earth, a street. The grocer and the butcher. And the people
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What is america to me. A name, a map, or a flag I see. A certain word, democracy. What is america to me. The house I live in. A plot of earth, a street. The grocer and the butcher. And the people
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Bài hát House Of Blue Lights - George Thorogood & The Destroyers. . Pull up your jeans and we will truck on down. A knocked out joint at the edge of town. A real homecoming for all you cats. You
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be a man without dreams (ooh). I'd rather be out there staring death right between its eyes now. And I can still hear the sound of you crying through the night. There in the opera house with no one
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. To taste the sweet and sour. The pattern juggler lifts his hand. The orchestra begin. As slowly turns the grinding wheel. In the court of the crimson king. On soft grey mornings widows cry. The wise
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What is america to me. A name, a map, or a flag I see. A certain word, democracy. What is america to me. The house I live in. A plot of earth, a street. The grocer and the butcher. And the people
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There is a house in New Orleans. They call the Rising Sun. And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy. And God I know I'm one. My mother was a tailor. She sewed my new bluejeans. My father was a
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The House Is Falling Down () Men had need of shelter from the evil, from the night. The devil wind was blowin and from heaven came a light. The Son of God, a carpenter and He came with a plan. To
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The House Is Falling Down () Men had need of shelter from the evil, from the night. The devil wind was blowin and from heaven came a light. The Son of God, a carpenter and He came with a plan. To
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There was a time, you had it made. Everything was going your way. So many guys hanging on a string. You just wanted to play. . Like a spy in the house of love. Searching for a clue in the dark
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(Chris Gantry). She looks in the mirror and stares at the wrinkles. That weren't there yesterday. And thinks of the young man that she almost married. What would he think if he saw her this way
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ti. ar. al. Bob Dylan "House Of The Rising Sun". There is a house down in new orleans. They call the risin' sun. And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl. And me, oh god, i'm a-one. My mother was a
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Intro. The house of (The house of). The house of (The house of). The house of (The house of). The house of (The house of). The house of (The house of). The house of (The house of). The house of (The
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Song Barcelona - (Friends Until The End) - Russell Watson, . Pino Palladino, Robbie McIntosh, John Savannah, . Geoff Dugmore, The Metro Voices, William Hayward, . Shaun Ryder, Royal Philharmonic
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. Which one of us gone be the man of the house If you gone be the man then be the man. 'Cause if you can't, baby, I can. I can and I will so figure it out. Which one of us gone be the man of the house
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There is a house in New Orleans. They call the Rising Sun. And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy. And God I know I'm one. . My mother was a tailor. She sewed my new bluejeans. My father
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', don't bother knockin'. Yeah, the house is a rockin', don't bother come on in Walkin' up the street you can hear the sound. Of some bad honky tonkers really layin' it down. They've seen it all for years
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. It's the most wonderful time of the year. With the kids jingle belling. And everyone telling you "Be of good cheer". It's the most wonderful time of the year. It's the hap-happiest season of all