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Bài hát Spanish Bombs - The Clash. Spanish songs in Andalucia. The shooting sites in the days of '39. Oh, please, leave the vendanna open. Fredrico Lorca is dead and gone. Bullet holes in the
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Spanish songs in Andalucia. The shooting sites in the days of '39. Oh, please, leave the vendanna open. Fredrico Lorca is dead and gone. Bullet holes in the cemetery walls. The black cars of the
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a fallen angel who's lost his wings and left out in the cold. . Ooooh L. A. connection. Oh L. A. connection. L. A. connection, yeah. . Operator place a call keep secret but it through
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a fallen angel who's lost his wings and left out in the cold. . Ooooh L. A. connection. Oh L. A. connection. L. A. connection, yeah. . Operator place a call keep secret but it through
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a fallen angel who's lost his wings and left out in the cold. . Ooooh L. A. connection. Oh L. A. connection. L. A. connection, yeah. . Operator place a call keep secret but it through
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Bài hát Spanish Guitar - Gary Moore, Phil Lynott. As I sit here and play. My spanish guitar. Underneath the stars,. It passes the time away. Each note I play. Is a memory of Spain,. The melodies they
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believe it. I know they're wrong, wait and see. Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection. The lovers, the dreamers and me. . Who said that every wish would be heard. And answered when wished on
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Bài hát Spanish Guitar - Gary Moore, Phil Lynott. As I sit here and play. My spanish guitar. Underneath the stars,. It passes the time away. Each note I play. Is a memory of Spain,. The melodies they
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There is a rose in Spanish Harlem. A red rose up in Spanish Harlem. It is a special one,. It's never seen the sun. It only comes out. When the moon is on the run. And all the stars are gleaming
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whole life alone. Somebody help me get home. I don't wanna be on my own Won't somebody point me in the right direction. 'Cause all I need is a New York connection. Really need a woman's affection
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it feels?. It's so hard to reveal, oh. I can't get through, I'm falling I'm getting out, I'm losing ground. The Spanish Archer's gonna bring you down Is there someone, somewhere. Waiting in the
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There is a rose in Spanish Harlem. A red rose up in Spanish Harlem. It is a special one, it's never seen the sun. It only comes out when the moon is on the run. And all the stars are gleaming. It's
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I play nights in the Spanish part of town. I've got music in my hands. The work is hard to find. But that don't get me down. Rosalinda understands. . Crazy Latin dancing solo down in Herald
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, shake it, shake it, Lupe. Watusi pretty baby, yeah. C'mon and do the hoochie-coo. Mash 'em up pretty baby. Little Latin Lupe Lu. If you wanna do the Twist. Lupe Lu could put her down. If you Wah
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it in a film one time spoken by the leading man. He said it with devotion, he sounded so sincere. And the words he spoke in Spanish brought the female lead to tears. A word in Spanish, a word in
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There is a rose in Spanish Harlem. A red rose up in Spanish Harlem. It is a special one,. It's never seen the sun. It only comes out. When the moon is on the run. And all the stars are gleaming
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One, two Well the night that I got into town. Was the night that the rain froze on the ground. Comin' down the street I heard such a sorrowful tune. Comin' from the place they called the spanish
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. . C'est une frangine portoricaine qui vit dans le Spanish Harlem. Les reins cambr? S au bon endroit, elle est superbe. C'est la Salsa. . Une sauce m? Lo de te quiero mucho et de cafard. Une sauce mais
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. . C'est une frangine portoricaine qui vit dans le Spanish Harlem. Les reins cambr? S au bon endroit, elle est superbe. C'est la Salsa. . Une sauce m? Lo de te quiero mucho et de cafard. Une sauce mais
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There is a rose in Spanish Harlem. A red rose up in Spanish Harlem. It is a special one, it's never seen the sun. It only comes out when the moon is on the run. And all the stars are gleaming
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. . Fuego fuego llama a los bomberos. Fuego fuego callenta al mundo entero. Fuego fuego llama a los bomberos. Repartimos calor en vaerano o en inverno. . It's burning hot - culcha candela. Feel the vibe
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hands against the wall. You never trip, you never stumble. He's walking Spanish down the hall Slip him a picture of our Jesus. Or give him a spoon to dig a hole. What all he done ain't no one's
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Spanish Harlem-Janet Seildel. There is a rose in Spanish Harlem. A red rose up in Spanish Harlem. It is a special one, it's never seen the sun. It only comes out when the moon is on the run. And all
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. Our ruins will shine through the night. Where you took me with your Spanish eyes Is your Saturday night special, baby? Is he good to you?. Does he have money, honey, like I do?. Can he do the things
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. The life I'm losing, the love I'll regret. No sheets, no pillows to make up by bed Upon the toilet I think very hard. Love's in the tune of my Spanish guitar. And we're together now, harmony's been
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I met her in old mexico. She was laughing sad and young. In a smokey room no-one could see. All the poets they agreed. Spanish is a loving tongue but. She never spoke spanish to me. . She was
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like rain. In those spanish eyes. Spanish eyes. . Wey hey hey, here she comes. She comes in colors. You know she gonna turn the daylight on. 'cause I love the way you talk to me. And I love the
