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words. The grand old Duke of York. He had 10,000 men. He marched them up to the top of the hill. And he marched them down again. Oh, the grand old Duke of York. He had 10,000 men. He marched them up
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. Come on, get your kicks in Duke's Place You find yourself a seat, and when you want to eat. You look around and yell, Waiter. You fill your cup chock full of dreams and drink it up. You're jetting
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# 6 and The Esquire Boys managed # 27. Words by Irving Mills and music by Duke Ellington and Juan Tizol Night and stars above that shine so bright. The myst'ry of their fading light. That shines upon
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hit # 6 and The Esquire Boys managed # 27. Words by Irving Mills and music by Duke Ellington and Juan Tizol. . . Night and stars above that shine so bright. The myst'ry of their fading light. That
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# 6 and The Esquire Boys managed # 27. Words by Irving Mills and music by Duke Ellington and Juan Tizol Night and stars above that shine so bright. The myst'ry of their fading light. That shines upon
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You must take the 'a' train. To go to Sugar hill way up in Harlem. If you miss the 'a' train. You'll find you missed the quickest way to Harlem. . Hurry, get on now, it's coming. Listen to
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You must take the 'a' train. To go to Sugar hill way up in Harlem. If you miss the 'a' train. You'll find you missed the quickest way to Harlem. . Hurry, get on now, it's coming. Listen to
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You must take the 'a' train. To go to Sugar hill way up in Harlem. If you miss the 'a' train. You'll find you missed the quickest way to Harlem. . Hurry, get on now, it's coming. Listen to
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You must take the 'a' train. To go to Sugar hill way up in Harlem. If you miss the 'a' train. You'll find you missed the quickest way to Harlem. . Hurry, get on now, it's coming. Listen to
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Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation. Darkness stirs and wakes imagination. Silently the senses abandon their defenses. Helpless to resist the notes I write. For I composed the music of
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all over people. . Music knows it is and always will. Be one of the things that life just won't quit. But here are some of music's pioneers. That time will not allow us to forget. For there's
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In my solitude. You haunt me. With dreadful ease. Of days gone by In my solitude. You taunt me. With memories. That never die I sit in my chair. And filled with despair. There's no one could
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Music makes pictures and often tells stories. All of it magic and all of it true. And all of the pictures and all of the stories. All of the magic, the music is you Music makes pictures and often
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Night time sharpens. Heightens each sensation. Darkness wakes and stirs imagination. Silently the senses. Abandon their defenses. Helpless to resist, the notes I write. For I compose the music of the
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, tremulous and tender. Turn your face away from the garish light of day. Turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light. And listen to the music of the night. . Close you eyes and surrender to your
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You must take the 'a' train. To go to Sugar hill way up in Harlem. If you miss the 'a' train. You'll find you missed the quickest way to Harlem. . Hurry, get on now, it's coming. Listen to
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I never cared much for moonlit skies. I never wink back at fireflies. But now that the stars are in your eyes. I'm beginning to see the light. I never went in for afterglow. Or candlelight on
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there. Doesn't matter who you are or where you're from. Come and dance to the music of the sun. Forget about your troubles it's alright. Let them go till we see the morning light. Feel the beat as
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, tremulous and tender. Turn your face away from the garish light of day. Turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light. And listen to the music of the night Close your eyes and surrender to your
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Bài hát Music Of The Night - Paul Potts. Night time sharpens, heightens each sensation. Darkness stirs and wakes imagination. Silently the senses abandon their defenses. Slowly, gently, night unfurls
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, tremulous and tender. Turn your face away from the garish light of day. Turn your face away from cold, unfeeling light. And listen to the music of the night Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest
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. A touch and I feel complete. Music is my love you see, yeah Music gets the best of me. But guess who gets the rest of me. And there's no need for jealousy. Music gets the best of me Without the
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. Like I love him Never treats me sweet and gentle. The way he should. I got it bad and that ain't good. My poor heart is sentimental Not made of wood. I got it bad and that ain't good. But whne the
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, duke of prunes, prunes, prunes. I'll never forget you darling. And you'll be my duchess, my duchess of prunes A moon beam through the prune in june. Reveals your chest I see your lovely beans. And in
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Bài hát The Mirror (Angel Of Music) - Phantom Of The Opera Original London Cast. (Voice of Phantom). Insolent boy, this slave of fashion,. Basking in your glory!. Ignorant fool, this brave young
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You must take the 'a' train. To go to Sugar hill way up in Harlem. If you miss the 'a' train. You'll find you missed the quickest way to Harlem. . Hurry, get on now, it's coming. Listen to
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Come on along and listen to. The Lullaby of Broadway. The hip hooray and bally hoo. The Lullaby of Broadway The rumble of a subway train. The rattle of a taxi. The daffodils who entertain. At
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composed the music of the night!. . Barbra. Slowly, gently. Night unfurls it's splendor. Grasp it, sense it tremulous and tender. . Both. Hearing is believing, music is deceiving,. Hard as lightning
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Night and stars above that shine so bright. The mystery of their fading light. That shines upon our Caravan Sleep upon my shoulder as we creep. Across the sands so I may keep. The memory of our
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Night and stars above that shine so bright. The mystery of their fading light. That shines upon our Caravan Sleep upon my shoulder as we creep. Across the sands so I may keep. The memory of our
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Night and stars above that shine so bright. The mystery of their fading light. That shines upon our Caravan Sleep upon my shoulder as we creep. Across the sands so I may keep. The memory of our
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indigo. Since my baby said goodbye. In the evenin' when lights are low. I'm so lonesome I could cry. 'Cause there's nobody who cares about me. I'm just a soul who's. Bluer than blue can be. When I
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indigo. Since my baby said goodbye. In the evenin' when lights are low. I'm so lonesome I could cry. 'Cause there's nobody who cares about me. I'm just a soul who's. Bluer than blue can be. When I
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I never cared much for moonlit skies. I never wink back at fireflies. But now that the stars are in your eyes. I'm beginning to see the light. . I never went in for afterglow. Or candlelight on
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to me. And I feel so deeply. Ah-ah-ah. Duke, duke, duke, duke of prunes. I'll never forget you darling. I'll never forget your ballads. I'll never forget your rat race. in fact I might. Oh, I
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I never cared much for moonlit skies. I never wink back at fireflies. But now that the stars are in your eyes. I'm beginning to see the light. I never went in for afterglow. Or candlelight on
